Old Ugly-Face by Talbot Mundy

There was plenty of firelight from the hearth. Nancy Strong got up and switched off the electric light. The leaping shadows made the room seem smaller and more cozy. In the dimness Nancy Strong looked younger and less rugged but even more outwardly calm and inwardly alert. She sat down facing Elsa, studied her for a minute or two, then suddenly: "Elsa, my dear, the meek shall inherit the earth. They always do. But who wants it? The pigs want it. But who else?"

"Pigs?"