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blow the poor Poplars down, was always
furiously angry with them—gave them a
terribly anxious and wakeful night, for, in
spite of their pliancy, they were strangely
nervous. But Fairbrass croodled to his
mother's side, and slept the lovely sleep of a
hearty, hopeful, new-born babe.
