Written from Holloway Prison. Written in pencil on one side of paper, folded, with the single word 'Mother' on the outside. Transcript:
At last I had one of yr letters. The Governor offered to open the others for me and to let me look at them if I gave them back to him but I refused this. Last night however the Matron brought me one unopened. I am afraid you are feeling sad and tired. It goes to my heart that this shd be so. I am thinking of little else. We must wait for another fortnight and then I will come straight to you perhaps by the 10 oc train on Tuesday morning. It is possible to do anything like this and bear the sacrifice and suffering oneself: other people suffer far more.
There are compensations to us. There is some interest in being here. It is a big experience. I can bear it for myself very well, almost contentedly, but I cannot bear yr being unhappy. I have leave to write to you today so that I will not send more now. Remember that one's not supposed to write at all and that it will not do to speak of my letters.
Ever so much love dearest. I am thinking of you all the time.