You've cross-examined my landlady, I'll be bound....

Well, that's enough! _Assez cause!_ Till we meet again!" He went out, trembling all over from a sort of wild hysterical sensation, in which there was an element of insufferable rapture.

Yet he was gloomy and terribly tired.

His face was twisted as after a fit.
His fatigue increased rapidly.

Any shock, any irritating sensation stimulated and revived his energies at once, but his strength failed as quickly when the stimulus was removed.
Zametov, left alone, sat for a long time in the same place, plunged in thought.