in a state of terrible excitement she threw back her head, with flaming eyes, casting looks of contempt and defiance upon the whole company, in which she could no longer distinguish friend from foe. she had restrained herself so long that she felt forced to vent her rage on somebody. those who knew lizabetha prokofievna saw at once how it was with her. "she flies into these rages sometimes," said ivan fedorovitch to prince s. the next day, "but she is not often so violent as she was yesterday; it does not happen more than once in three years."