“Why do you speak that way?” said she, without lifting her eyes from him.
“Because I must.”
“Look out—must you really?”
There was something threatening in her question. Foma felt intimidated and said, this time without provocation in his voice:
“How could I help speaking?”
“Oh, you!” sighed Sasha and resumed dressing herself
“And what about me?”
“Merely so. You seem as though you were born of two fathers. Do you know what I have observed among people?”
“Well?”
“If a man cannot answer for himself, it means that he is afraid of himself, that his price is a grosh!”