No visits are allowed in that sacred interval, a regulation which presses with great severity on the poorer prisoners, whose relatives and friends are freer to visit them on Sunday than during the week.
The confinement was beginning to tell on me.

My life had been exceptionally active, physically and mentally, and this prison life was as stagnant as the air of my cell.

Thus "cabin'd cribbed, confined," I felt all my vital functions half arrested.

Dejection I did not experience; my spirits were light and fresh; but the body revolted against its ill-treatment, and recorded its protest on the conscious brain.
How grateful was the brief hour's exercise on the Sunday morning! The muffled roar of the great city was hushed, and the silence served to emphasise every visual phenomenon.

Even the air of that city courtyard, hemmed in by lofty walls, seemed a breath of Paradise.