Out of her sphere - University Library

120 OUT OF HER SPHERE.
food—I expect I spoiled they chops in
cookin' of 'em."
Deb went away—then turned back, with
every bit of colour flown from her broad
red face.
" Do yew think," she said softly,
*' if they find her— the missus—they'll
bring her home ? I feel as if I must run
out, and git clean shet of the place if they're
like to do it. I couldn't stand that no
how."
" I do n't think that's likely," said Clare.
" But go down now. If you did but know
how much I want a little sleep !"
But she did not sleep when Deb left the
room. She kept quite quiet, trying to think,
and plan, and settle, what she should say,
and how she should say it, when the time
came. But she could decide upon nothing.
Her head was burning, her brain whirling.
Everything seemed one vast confusion.
She could arrange nothing, and at last she
gave up the attempt to do so in despair.