running away

      "Anne's awfully sensitive," said Rhoda. "And she's bad about—well, facing things. If anything's upset her, she'd just rather not talk about it—although that isn't any good really—at least I don't think so. Things are there just the same, whether you talk about them or not. It's only running away from them to pretend they don't exist. I'd rather have it all out however painful it would be."
      "Ah," said Mrs. Oliver quietly, "but you, my dear, are a soldier. Your Anne isn't."
      Rhoda flushed.
      "Anne's a darling."
      Mrs. Oliver smiled.
      She said: "I didn't say she wasn't. I only said she hadn't got your particular brand of courage."

From Cards on the Table by Agatha Christie, pg. 122