He looked into the window and answered confusedly: "I don't know.

But it seems to me that now I love her more than before." "Than before the quarrel ?" "Yes." "I wonder how one can love such a woman!" said the girl, shrugging her shoulders.
"Love such a woman?
Of course! Why not ?" exclaimed Foma.
"I can't understand it.

I think, you have become attached to her just because you have not met a better woman." "No, I have not met a better one!" Foma assented, and after a moment's silence said shyly, "Perhaps there is none better." "Among our people," Lubov interposed.
"I need her very badly! Because, you see, I feel ashamed before her." "Why so ?" "Oh, in general, I fear her; that is, I would not want her to think ill of me, as of others.

Sometimes I feel disgusted.

I think--wouldn't it be a great idea to go out on such a spree that all my veins would start tingling.