You have turned back into flesh this enchanted man of stone.
Tell it in Gath, publish it in Askelon; but the daughters of fashion will mourn, the tribes of the neglected will envy." "I cannot match you in brilliant speeches, Miss Melville." "Call me Miss Melville again, if you dare.

Call me Madge, or Meg; but as sure as you mount the stilts of ceremony, I will whisk you off at the risk of breaking your neck.

Hark! there is the supper bell.

Come, just as you are.

You never looked so charming.