Chapter 53

Yet it was something to know that Virginia was not far away;—in the neighborhood, perhaps. He would walk the streets until he met her. Each day he would come and patrol the Square at twilight. That was the hour she usually did her marketing. He remembered she had told him. Failing that, he would write to Rickey. The boy hated him, but there must be some sort of compromise. Michael felt he could do anything, now that he knew of Virginia’s love for him. Yet as he stood alone in the hall and looked about him, he was s…