"I don't think it." This speech, by which he merely meant that he did not trouble to formulate any injuries he had against her, puzzled her.
"Don't come pretending you love me, NOW.

It's too late," she said with contempt.

Yet perhaps also hope.
"You might wait till I start pretending," he said.
This enraged her.
"You vile creature!" she exclaimed.

"Go! What have you come for ?" "To look at YOU," he said sarcastically.
After a few minutes she began to cry, sobbing violently into her apron.
And again his bowels stirred and boiled.
"What have I done! What have I done! I don't know what I've done that he should be like this to me," she sobbed, into her apron.

It was childish, and perhaps true.