LOMOV
My heart’s palpitating awfully.... My foot’s gone to sleep.... There’s something keeps pulling in my side.
NATALYA STEPANOVNA
Forgive us, Ivan Vassilevitch, we were all a little heated.... I remember now: Oxen Meadows really are yours.
LOMOV
My heart’s beating awfully.... My Meadows.... My eyebrows are both twitching....