Sam touched a scratch on his forehead and then hurriedly took his hand away. Eric fingered his split lip. "Yes. We were very tired," repeated Sam, "so we left early. Was it a good -"

The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge. Sam twisted and the obscene word shot out of him. "- dance?"

Memory of the dance that none of them had attended shook all four boys convulsively. 

"We left early."

- Lord of the Flies, William Golding