Meg is always moaning and groaning because she isn't a sylph!
He could not picture her as a sylph of one hundred and fifty pounds.
Her style was "sylph," and so she was gauzy and floating in all her drapery.
The Sylph rose and sank to the first long roll of the open sea.
The Sylph came about, with sails trembling, and lost headway.
The Zephyr was rapidly approaching ...