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         WOODER comes out of the cell, and instantly, as though extinguished, CLIPTON moves with stealthy suddenness back into his cell.       

       WOODER. All right, sir.     

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         THE GOVERNOR nods. The door is closed and locked.       

       THE GOVERNOR. Which is the man who banged on his door this morning?     

       WOODER. [Going towards O'CLEARY'S cell] This one, sir; O'Cleary.     

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         He lifts the disc and glances through the peephole.       

       THE GOVERNOR. Open.     

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         WOODER throws open the door. O'CLEARY, who is seated at a little table by the door as if listening, springs up and stands at attention jest inside the doorway. He is a broad-faced, middle-aged man, with a wide, thin, flexible mouth, and little holes under his high cheek-bones.       

       THE GOVERNOR. Where's the joke, O'Cleary?     

       O'CLEARY. The joke, your honour? I've not seen one for a long time.     

       THE GOVERNOR. Banging on your door?     

       O'CLEARY. Oh! that!     

       THE GOVERNOR. It's womanish.     

       O'CLEARY. An' it's that I'm becoming this two months past.     

       THE GOVERNOR. Anything to complain of?     

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