There must have been some reason which led Varvara Petrovna to resolve to listen to such a man in spite of her repugnance.

Praskovya Ivanovna was simply shaking with terror, though, I believe she really did not quite understand what it was about.

Stepan Trofimovitch was trembling too, but that was, on the contrary, because he was disposed to understand everything, and exaggerate it.

Mavriky Nikolaevitch stood in the attitude of one ready to defend all present; Liza was pale, and she gazed fixedly with wide-open eyes at the wild captain.

Shatov sat in the same position as before, but, what was strangest of all, Marya Timofyevna had not only ceased laughing, but had become terribly sad.
She leaned her right elbow on the table, and with a prolonged, mournful gaze watched her brother declaiming.