I don't understand myself.

Who am I ?" He was astonished by this question, and he paused over it, attempting to make it clear to himself--why he was unable to live as firmly and confidently as other people do.

He was now still more tortured.

by conscience.

More uneasy at this thought, he tossed about on the hay and irritated, pushed Sasha with his elbow.
"Be careful!" said she, although nearly asleep.
"It's all right.