"No," said she, shortly.
"Why do you answer like that?"
"Why? Oh, well, if you knew all that I've seen, you wouldn't wonder, you wouldn't want to ask."
"You won't always feel like that. You won't, when you have got away from this hole, and are living among decent people."
"The 'decent people' are those who leave me alone," said Carrie, shortly, "as they do here."
"As who do here? Who are the people who live in that shut-up house, besides you and your Granny, as you call her?"
"I—mustn't tell you. They don't belong to any county families. Is that enough?"
"Why are you so different now from what you were when we were sitting by the fire in there? You are not like the same girl! Are you the same girl?"
And Max affected to feel, or, perhaps, really felt, a doubt which necessitated his coming a little closer to Carrie, without, however, being able to see much more of her face than before.
"I'm the same girl," replied Carrie, shortly, "whom you threatened with the police."