Striking the red tip match, the old woman's eyes danced against the darkness. She could see the dog's breath wafting towards the pile of trash. "There. That should keep us warm through the night. Now don't you worry. I will get you a warm cup of water in the morning. Come on. Get here, get under my long wool cloak. That'll keep the new snow off your back. Be still now and don't let the cold, damp air get trapped in your tent. There. You should be quite comfortable now. Wish I had somebody to keep me warm. A cup of hot soup would be nice. Not to worry. Maybe there will be a cup waiting for me somewhere. Tomorrow."
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