“Get in the bed, Lenora.” She sat on the edge of the cot, unpinned her headdress, set it aside, and then removed her stockings and garters. “I need to unpack my things,” she said obstinately. “I did not do so earlier.” “Do it on the morn.” “I’d rather do it now,” she replied. “I need my comb to braid my hair and—” “In. The. Bed,” he intoned direly.
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