You understand me, don't you?
Do you understand me ?" Dasha nodded her head affirmatively.
"I knew you would.

I expected as much of you.

He will love you because he ought, he ought; he ought to adore you." Varvara Petrovna almost shrieked with peculiar exasperation.

"Besides, he will be in love with you without any ought about it.

I know him.