I don't care nothing about having to go without things myself, but I can't bear it when you speak to me like you do lately.

You seem to blame me for everything.

You usen't to speak to me like that before I--before--Oh, I am so tired--I am so tired, I wish I could lie down somewhere and sleep and never wake up any more.' She turned away from him, half kneeling, half sitting on the floor, her arms folded on the seat of the chair, and her head resting upon them.
She was crying in a heartbroken helpless way.
'I'm sorry I spoke to you like that,' said Easton, awkwardly.

'I didn't mean what I said.

It's all my fault.