We were conducted through the subterranean passage to the Old Bailey dock-stairs.

Standing out of sight, but not out of hearing, we listened to Mr.Avory's application for bail on behalf of Mr.Kemp.Judge North refused in cold, vindictive tones; he had evidently let the sun go down on his wrath, and rise on it again.
Mr.Avory thereupon asked whether he made no difference between convicted and unconvicted prisoners.

"None in this case," was his lordship's brutal and supercilious answer; and then we were hurried back to our cells.
My apartment was execrably dark.

It was situated in an angle of the building; there was a wall on the right and another in front, so that only a little light fell on the right wall of my cell near the window.
After severely trying my eyes for two or three hours, I was obliged to make an application for gas, which, after some hesitation, was granted.
But I found the remedy almost worse than the evil.

Sitting all day at the little lap-table, with my head about ten inches from the gas-light, made me feel sick and dizzy.