By bribery, as I believe, he succeeded in getting himself into the prison as a turnkey.

It was his custom, when I lay weak and helpless in the semistupor of starvation, to glide into my cell and, standing by my couch, to recite to me the list of tempting viands that might appear daily upon the board of a Countess of Claiborne.
"He soon learned that his very presence itself was a persecution.

After my release from jail the last time, he began to follow me everywhere.
Turn where I would, there was Reginald Maltravers.

At suffrage meetings he took his station directly before the speaker's stand, stroked his long blond mustache with his long white fingers, and stared at me steadfastly through his monocle, with an evil smile upon his face.
Formerly he had, in several instances, prevented me from attending suffrage meetings; once he had me spirited away and imprisoned for a week when it fell to my lot to burn a railroad station for the good of the cause.

He strove to ruin me with my leaders in this despicable manner.
"But in the end he took to showing himself; he stood and stared.