You hurt. Get into the bed--and be
sensible. I'll answer all questions in the morning."
"No, I think I'll have the answers now."
He went on questioning her, and his hands growing heavier crushed her
shoulders so that she thought he would break the bones and joints.
"What train did you come up by this morning?"
"The nine o'clock."
"What! D'you mean you went right across from North Ride to Rodchurch
Road?"
"Oh, no. I caught it at Manninglea Cross."
"Did you, then? An' s'pose I was to tell you the nine o'clock don't
stop at Manninglea Cross!"
"Will! Loosen your hands. It does stop--it did stop there this
morning."
"Yes, it did stop--and so it does all mornings. But a fat lot you know
about it. And for why? You weren't in it."
"I was--I really was. Will--don't go on so cruel."
"Oh, but I _am_ going on." He had lowered his face close to hers, and
his hot breath beat upon her cold cheeks. "Now, give me the
explanation of what you let slip about going through so much these
last two days. What was the precise sense o' _that_?"
"I only meant I've been so anxious."
"Yes, but yer bin anxious best part o' four weeks. What was the mighty
difference in yesterday or day before?"
"I didn't mean any difference.
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