As Mrs. Biggin un-locked her back door, one thought beat triumphantly above all others.She'd never be cold no more. Even if she fell on hard times and couldn't afford to keep a good fire, she'd never be cold no more. Her wrinkled, aquiline face and gaunt body fierce and tense with pride, she passed her bony fingers down the front of her new coneyseal coat. She turned back the front flap and pinched the lining to rest the thickness of the silk. Them there Children of Israel, she told herself, must have felt summat like this when at last, after ail them weary years, they passed into the Promised Land.
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