Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. Her eye wandered quickly over that riotous and disorderly assemblage, until it settled upon one group more riotous and disorderly than the rest, of which her son formed the principal figure. She held up the lamp. From one window the beach was always visible; from another, the stores.
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