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““I believe in the Dead Forest,” she said sweetly. Pearl let out a low laugh. “Come on, pumpkin. You’re nearly asleep on your stool. I think we should all try to get some rest, frankly. Yvonne and Oliver, go on to bed now.” Yvonne complained briefly, but Pearl was firm, and soon the brother and sister said their good-nights and left. Gaia didn’t see how she could sleep with her plans still so inchoate, and she drew the map nearer again. When Pearl braced a hand on the doorway and turned once more toward the kitchen, Gaia glanced up. Leon was on his feet, looking respectfully in Pearl’s direction. “We don’t have another bed,” Pearl said. “But you could sleep on the floor in Oliver’s room. I’ll have him leave you a blanket. I’m sorry. It’s the best I can do.” “Don’t worry about me, please,” Leon said. It occurred to Gaia that Leon had risen deliberately, according to Pearl the deference a gentleman routinely showed a lady. Now Pearl straightened and cast a last look in Gaia’s direction.
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