"Now, I am doing everything," said the woman who once could not walk across her living room without running out of breath.

The small gray man was getting quite out of breath.

He would be the only one not out of breath.

All out of breath, he just asked where it came from.

A few short steps soon brought him to the door, half out of breath.

Their job was to give up at the second corner, out of breath.

But one does not get out of breath just looking at the weather.

She was too out of breath to answer me at once.

She was a little out of breath, too, and not from bad air.

I was out of breath, as though I'd been running.