Yet the remainder of my sentence was a terrible ordeal.

I never lost heart, but I lost strength.

My brain was miraculously clear, but it grew weaker as the body languished; and before my release I could hardly read more than an hour or two a day.
The only break in the monotony of my life was when I received a visit.
Mrs.Besant, Dr.Aveling, Mr.Wheeler and my wife, saw me occasionally; either in the ordinary way, at the end of every three months, or by special order from the Home Office.

I saw my visitors in the prison cages, only our faces being visible to each other through a narrow slit.

We stood about six feet apart, with a warder between us to stop "improper conversation." I could not shake a friend's hand or kiss my wife.