"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."