Then he burst into a stream of horrible profanity. What's the game? he cried, glaring round him. Do you think I am easy and that you can play me for a sucker? Is it a frame-up, or what? You've chose the wrong man for a try-on of that sort.

[…] even though preponderous evidence has been submitted to prove the necessity for a price increase […]

What the f do you think you're doing?

On the morning of the eighth day, he found himself looking out across the river.