Death is a frequent caller at Eastbourne, Britain's quietly expensive and very respectable Channel resort. Like an old friend of the family, sometimes without warning, but always observing the amenities, it drops in on those who have long expected a visit, for Eastbourne is a spa where wealthy Britons in the afternoon of life retire to await its end, lapped in the comfort of hoarded memories, expensive motorcars and the fellowship of their own kind. Noisy intruders are seldom permitted to disturb the genteel gossip and endless bridge games that help time...
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