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Title: The New England magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: Boston : (New England Magazine Co.)
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Richard j Wylie. After his wife died she had allowedherself to remember him — to remembernow he used to stand up for her in the old district school, when he was big and brownand barefooted and she tiny and brownand barefooted. They had called herFreckled Flavy, and because she re-sented it Rick had thrashed them all insystematic order. She remembered howsplendid and knightly he had looked toher in his blue jeans suit and how she hadcried over a splash of red blood on it and,a little older, written a fervent poem aboutit, beginning: Battered and Broken andSoar. She even remembered some ofthe spelling — He shed for me his jore. Then, older still, they had gone to theAcademy together and she had workedRicks algebra problems for him and well-nigh shed her jore for him in a wild en-deavor to initiate him into the mys-teries of logarithms. Rick had al-ways been better at thrashing thanat figures. The latest memory Miss Flaviakept in so secret a drawer of hermind that she herself rarely
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I came on purpose to ask you to introduce me to my father n8 NEW ENGLAND MAGAZINE opened it. She tried to think, in her whim-sical, lonely meditations, that she had lostthe combination of the lock, and wouldnever open the little drawer again. Will you? —Will you?—Will you?chanted the girl, gayly, in her ears. Willyou walk into my parlor/ and introduceme to my par? You havent promised,Miss Flavia. Miss Flavia hedged. She might be toobusy — have another engagement — butof course if she was at liberty — You dont want to! Rosemary pouted.Youre perfectly willing to let me facehim alone and perhaps — be eaten up! Howdo I know but that he will put me throughan awful third degree:—Daughter, an-swer! How many lies have you ever told?How many times have you ever said kid,skipped instead of properly walked, for-gotten to say your prayers? Well, if youare willing to risk — Ill come, laughed Miss Flavia. Afterthe girl had gone she sat on, wonderingwhat she would wear, how it would

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