Her white and pink striped petticoat, which flowed as though wet and clinging from the somewhat high waist, made her appear very tall.

She looked like a figure in a dream.
"Delage, too," she said, "rags one in the most rotten way.

Have you heard what he did to Marie-Claire?
They were playing together in _Les Femmes savantes_.

He put an egg into her hand, on the stage.

She couldn't get rid of it until the end of the act." On hearing the call boy's summons she went downstairs, followed by Constantin Marc.