“Now, Ellen Brewster, what is the matter? You said you would tell, and you've got to,” said Abby.
Ellen looked away from her, blushing. The electric-light from the street shone full in the room, which was wavering with grotesque shadows.
“Well,” said she, “I ran away.”
“You ran away! What for?”
“Oh, because.”
“Because what?”
“Because I saw somebody coming.”
“Saw who coming?”
Ellen was silent.
“Not Granville Joy?”