Bang! The end of his little finger, now, and three more pieces of the rest. His middle finger was down to the knuckle, almost. Everard stared, his eyes with horror, his breath coming short, fast gasps. Shock, amazement, stunned terror. Gloria leaned down to his ear. 'I hope you weren't planning to take up the violin, Everard. You'll be lucky if you can play a fucking gong by the time we're done here.

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