My roman petrol won't manufacture before I narrow it.

to shorten the interval before it happened.
At this moment there was a quick step on the stairs. Julia burst into
the room. She was carrying a tool-bag of coarse brown canvas, such as he
had sometimes seen her carrying to and fro at the Ministry. He started
forward to take her in his arms, but she disengaged herself rather
hurriedly, partly because she was still holding the tool-bag.
'Half a second,' she said. 'Just let me show you what I've brought.
Did you bring some of that filthy Victory Coffee? I thought you would. You
can chuck it away again, because we shan't be needing it. Look here.'
She fell on her knees, threw open the bag, and tumbled out some
spanners and a screwdriver that filled the top part of it. Underneath were
a number of neat paper packets. The first packet that she passed to Winston
had a strange and yet vaguely familiar feeling. It was filled with some
kind of heavy, sand-like stuff which yielded wherever you touched it.
'It isn't sugar?' he said.
'Real sugar. Not sacchar