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It's all right, Top Step, he called, meeting the leaping gladness of her glance.
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We've decided, your mother and I. You're going to L. A. High! You're going---- but now he dropped his voice and spoke only for the woman beside him, slipping a penitent and conciliatory arm about her, his eyes impish,
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Wild Kings had lived in their fine old house ever since the neighborhood could remember. The first and probably the wildest of them had come out from Virginia when Los Angeles was still a drowsing Spanish village, bringing with him an aged and excellent cellar and a flock of negro servants. Honor's Carmody grandmother could remember the picturesqueness of his entourage, of James King himself, the hard-riding, hard-drinking, soft-spoken cavalier with his proud, pale wife and his slim, high-stepping horses and his grinning blacks. The general conviction was, Grandmother Carmody said, that he had come--or been sent--west to make a fresh start. There was something rather pathetically naïve about that theory. There could never be a fresh start for the
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Wild Kings