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It had always been one of Claw's boasts that nothing disturbed him or upset the balance of his equanimity, but he was frightened now and Enderby took a certain malicious pleasure in the contemplation of it.
He saw the putty hue spreading under the crimson of Claw's cheeks and noticed that the muscles about the corners of his mouth had grown weak and flabby.