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Updated: June 12, 2025
He woke up one morning to find it quite dark. For a minute he thought it WAS dark; then the clock struck seven and it was August. Something within Keith seemed to snap then. The long-pent strain of months gave way. With one agonized cry of "Dad, it's come it's come!" he sprang from the bed, then stood motionless in the middle of the room, his arms outstretched.
"What?" shouted Wolfe, fiercely, his lurid and vindictive eye flashing with the released fire of long-pent and cherished passions. "Or," answered Clarence, calmly, "I will hinder you from committing murder." At that instant the watchman's voice was heard, and the night's guardian himself was seen hastening from the far end of the street towards the place of contest.
I bribed him delicately with the purchase of more than one old book. Also, I think, he was flattered by my eager curiosity to learn his long-pent secret. He told me that the letter was brought to the house by one of the footmen of Sir James Tylney Long, and that his father himself delivered it into the hands of Mr. Coates.
Lindsay seemed to have lost her wonted fortitude and composure, and was pacing the empty library, weeping bitterly, giving vent to the long-pent anguish which daily duties and business details had compelled her to restrain.
The gold-braided official advanced, mustachios bristling. A volley of Portuguese burst from his long-pent lips. Emma McChesney glanced behind her. Her interpreter threw up helpless hands, replying with a still more terrifying burst of vowels. Bewildered, a little frightened, Mrs. McChesney stood helplessly by. The official laid a none too gentle hand on her shoulder.
I do not often ask a favor of you, and certainly in this instance you will not refuse to grant my request." She did not reply, and he bent down and softly stroked the hair that was damp with dew and sea-fog. The long-pent storm broke in convulsive sobs, and she trembled from head to foot, while tears poured over her burning cheeks. "Poor child! Can you not confide in me?" "Dr.
Chandos echoed it, it swelled down the line, and with one mighty chorus of twanging strings and hissing shafts the long-pent storm broke at last. Alas for the noble steeds! Alas for the gallant men. When the lust of battle is over who would not grieve to see that noble squadron break into red ruin before the rain of arrows beating upon the faces and breasts of the horses?
It was as though his personality alone held in correlation these struggling forces; as though were he to relax for an instant his effort they would burst forth with the explosion of long-pent energies. Toward noon the piles gave out again. "Where in HELL is Newmark!" exploded Orde, and immediately was himself again, controlled and resourceful.
That type of face, that air, these were the priceless things he would buy with his money. Crazed with the very violence of his long-pent desire, he seized her hand. She wrung it free again. "How how dare you!" she cried. He staggered back, and stood for a moment motionless, as though stunned. Then, slowly, a light crept into his little eyes which haunted her for many a day.
It were better that nature have her way in relieving these long-pent emotions, and it was many minutes before the girl little more than a child she was could again gain mastery of herself. "Oh, John," she cried at last, "the horror of it. What are we to do? What are we to do?"
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