"This is _too_ much," he gasped.

"Such magnificence, such purple and fine linen." Then suddenly he shouted, "Oh, _oh! look_ at the crease in those trousers.

No; it's too much, I can't stand it." "Oh, shut up," said Geary, irritated, as they had intended he should be.
"Yes," he went on, "I thought I'd blow myself.

I've been working like a dog the whole month.

I'm trying to get in Beale's office.