long-drawn-out

I was drawn to The Class for different reasons—chiefly, the pipe dream of achieving a tighter and tauter backside.

It was a decayed house of superb proportions, but of a fashion long passed away.

And he was gone, and out of sight on the swift galloping Benito, before Father Gaspara bethought himself.

Most of the men leaped up, caught hold of spears or knives, and rushed out.

Liszt looked at it, and to her fright and dismay cried out in a fit of impatience, "No, I won't hear it!"

As long as may be necessary, Sam,” replied Mr. Pickwick, “you have my full permission to remain.