AND HIS FRIEND VERDANT GREEN.
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educated him with his own children. Young Winstanley was now eighteen years of age.
"It is a very sad case," said Mr. Smalls to Mr. Bouncer, as he drove him from the Poynton Station to the Woodlands; "he used to be the nicest lad possible; bright and intelligent. But he had a fever; and, since then, softening of the brain, or something of that sort, has come on. He is quite harmless, though he is not quite right in his head. He fancies all sorts of things; forgets his own name; thinks that he has not been at my
