Julia poured tea gracefully, but it all ran over into the saucers.

She made a fence of phrases, which seemed a treachery to herself.

It appeared to Harriet that she was always the one who remembered having seen other people. They never remembered having seen her. She did not like to seem (even to herself) so much more caught up in the importance of others when they cared so little for her.

I guess this personal hide-and-seek is not unusual. And some people are 'it' all their lives - hopelessly 'it.

If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.

He knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort’s feet . . . he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible. . . .