I was too angry--too insane--to examine the third shirt, but put it furiously on.

Again the button was absent, and that shirt followed its comrades out of the window.

Then I straightened up, gathered my reserves, and let myself go like a cavalry charge.

In the midst of that great assault, my eye fell upon that gaping door, and I was paralyzed.
It took me a good while to finish my toilet.

I extended the time unnecessarily in trying to make up my mind as to what I would best do in the circumstances.