Phrases with "tells"

Walter Scott My heart now tells me I have done evil — it were harder than these rocks if it could bear unmoved the thought, that I have sent this man to a long account, unhousled and unshrieved. The Monastery by Walter Scott [1820]

We should be interested in the same things, and we should probably know the same people and have more to talk about —” “You would both belong to the same class, and that tells the whole story. A Traveler from Altruria by William Dean Howells

Bram Stoker He tells me that he loves me more, but I doubt that, for at first he told me that he couldn’t love me more than he did then. Dracula by Bram Stoker [1897]

Garcilasso had opportunities of personal acquaintance with Gonzalo’s manner of living; for, when a boy, he was sometimes admitted, as he tells us, to a place at his table. The History of the Conquest of Peru by William Hickling Presco

But he tells his exploits with an air of honesty, and without any extraordinary effort to set them off in undue relief. The History of the Conquest of Peru by William Hickling Presco

Thomas Hardy Well, as that’s in your line I don’t forbid it, even if it tells against me,” he said, good-humoredly. The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy

He had meant to tell her what the doctor had said—to let that explain his great temerity—but instead he tells her only that he wants her, that he cannot go on living apart from her. Studies in Love and Terror by Marie Belloc Lowndes [1913]

George Gissing At least, we supposed it was you, and Miss Barfoot tells me we were right. The Odd Women by George Gissing [1892]

E. F. Benson My dear Susan tells me that you and your husband have graciously promised to attend her séance to-day. Trouble for Lucia by E. F. Benson [1939]

He tells me to let you know, in the most sure and private manner that I can, that he will soon be paying another night visit. East Lynne by Ellen Wood [1861]

George Gissing Mr. Baxendale tells me he has no doubt that the house in Barnhill can be sold at all events for a sum that will leave them at ease for the present. A Life's Morning by George Gissing [1885]

If I ask it what time of the day it is, or how long I have been going from this place to that, I look but in its face, and it tells me presently. Life and Adventures of Peter Wilkins by Robert Paltock [1751]

He tells lies which bring hot blushes into his daughter’s beautiful face. Eleanor's Victory by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1863]

H. G. Wells Only the psychoanalyst tells him wrong, and I tell him right. Babes In The Darkling Woods by H. G. Wells [1940]

Henry James Nevertheless, he tells me that at Baden he made some studies. Roderick Hudson by Henry James [1875]

Anthony Trollope The Prayer-Book tells the young wife that she should love her husband till death shall part them. Cousin Henry by Anthony Trollope [1879]

E. F. Benson Hardly Tilling at all: my Benjy-boy tells me I must call the house ‘Mouse-trap. Lucia's Progress by E. F. Benson [1935]

Jonathan Swif He tells me Dr. Coghill16 came last night [to] town. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

Oscar Wilde She tells me she is going down to Selby.” “She has promised to come on the twentieth. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde [1891]

If you will step over to my office, I have a man there who has seen the enemy within forty miles of this place, and he tells me they are advancing in our direction even now. The Lust of Hate by Guy Boothby [1898]

H. P. Lovecraf A Night at an Inn tells of four thieves who have stolen the emerald eye of Klesh, a monstrous Hindoo god. Supernatural Horror in Literature by H. P. Lovecraf

But presently he tells one things in his letters which make one tremble more than ever, though he tells them jokingly. Tiny Luttrell by E. W. Hornung [1893]

A man comes to you and tells you he is blind in one eye. The Eye of Osiris by R. Austin Freeman [1911]

The roar of the besieging guns could be distinctly heard — so Camden tells us — in the royal palace at Greenwich. Elizabeth did not like that. Elizabeth and Essex by Lytton Strachey [1928]

Andrew Lang He tells you too, that ‘HE buys books to read them. The Library by Andrew Lang

Anthony Trollope What his lawyer tells him to sign he signs. The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope

E. T. A. Hoffmann See here, Tonino, you are not paying the least heed to my words; but my little finger tells me, and so does somebody else as well, that the bright standard of love is gaily waving for you out at sea. The Doge and Dogess by E. T. A. Hoffmann

Jeremy Bentham This understanding, he says, is the standard of right and wrong: it tells him so and so. An Introduction to the Principles of Morals and Legislation by Jeremy Bentham

Take Thorwaldsen’s Statue of Mercury — it is but a single figure, yet it tells to those conversant with mythology a whole legend. Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1842]

Anthony Trollope Tea to your liking, sir? I all’ays gets cream for gentlemen, sir, unless they tells me not. Castle Richmond by Anthony Trollope

George Gissing I’ve only been able to hit on one person who knows anything about the matter, and he tells me it’s true enough the girl was taken away about three years ago, but he’s no idea where she went to. The Nether World by George Gissing [1888]

William Makepeace Thackeray The picture is scarcely more than an immense magnificent sketch; but it tells the secret of the artist’s manner, which, in the midst of its dash and splendor, is curiously methodical. Little Travels and Roadside Sketches by William Makepeace Thackeray [1844]

George Gissing Something tells me to act like a man, before it is too late. The Crown of Life by George Gissing [1899]

Thackeray tells us that yesterday’s unfinished champagne is but a feeble representation of the staleness of written records of transient hilarity. Last Leaves from Dunk Island by E. J. Banfield

Wilkie Collins Mr. Fritz tells me she has never left her room since; and his father has not even sent a message to know how she is. Jezebel’s Daughter by Wilkie Collins [1880]

He had a genuine love of solitude as an alterative; but he could not subsist without society, and, Shelley tells us, wherever he went, became the nucleus of it. Byron by John Nichol [1880]

Anthony Trollope It’s only a span long, as Parson Oriel tells us, when he gets romantic in his sermons. Framley Parsonage by Anthony Trollope

He tells me that he is so happy at Thornleigh, and he begins to look a great deal brighter already. Milly Darrell by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1873]

G. K. Chesterton Something tells me I was intended for a Margate nigger. The Return of Don Quixote by G. K. Chesterton [1927]

Sir Thomas Browne That surface that tells the heavens it hath an end cannot persuade me I have any. Religio Medici by Sir Thomas Browne [1643]

Anthony Trollope The wery ‘edges ‘as eyes and tells on me in Silverbridge, if I so much as steps to pick up a blackberry. Framley Parsonage by Anthony Trollope

Arthur Conan Doyle Alas! “Sir Arthur cannot, he tells us, go into Yorkshire himself to cross-examine the young ladies, even if he wishes to cross-examine them, which does not appear. The Coming of the Fairies by Arthur Conan Doyle [1922]

George MacDonald Mr. Raymond wrote it down afterwards, and here it is — somewhat altered no doubt, for a good story-teller tries to make his stories better every time he tells them. At the Back of the North Wind by George MacDonald

Bram Stoker I know that if he tells me to come in secret, I must by wile. Dracula by Bram Stoker [1897]

H. G. Wells Controls are shot away, signalling becomes an absurdity, and the fight enters upon its main, its scrimmage phase, in which weight tells and anything may happen. The Autocracy of Mr. Parham by H. G. Wells [1930]

Rudyard Kipling The next time an M.P. tells me that India either Sultanises or Brahminises a man, I shall believe about half what he says. From Sea to Sea by Rudyard Kipling [1899]

George Meredith And down heer’ll be no better soon, I tells ’em. Diana of the Crossways by George Meredith [1885]

But he tells me they tear away to the great garde-robe of discarded female bodies. A Book of Ghosts by S. Baring-Gould [1904]

Lucy Maud Montgomery Miss Cuthbert tells me you have a little plot all your own. Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery [1908]

Jack London The Rev. J. Cartmel Robinson tells of a boy and girl of his parish who set out to walk to the forest. The People of the Abyss by Jack London [1903]

M. P. Shiel So while you are there, I want you to be his friend as if it was myself, and do everything he tells you, same as myself, in fact. The Lord of the Sea by M. P. Shiel [1901]

H. Rider Haggard Bellamy tells me that your daughter Angela (if I had a daughter, I should call her Diabola, it is more appropriate for a woman) has grown uncommonly handsome. Dawn by H. Rider Haggard

Theodore Dreiser He tells me he must have more money or he will fail and he wants to borrow three hundred thousand dollars more. The Financier by Theodore Dreiser

Samuel Johnson Perhaps West gave it without naming the author, and Hawkesworth, receiving it from him, thought it his; for his he thought it, as he told me, and as he tells the public. Lives of the Poets by Samuel Johnson

Thomas Paine You go a-begging with your king as with a brat, or with some unsaleable commodity you were tired of; and though every body tells you no, no, still you keep hawking him about. The American Crisis by Thomas Paine

Andrew Lang The same friend tells how well he took a rather fierce attack on an unpublished piece, when Mr Palgrave “owned that he could not find one good line in it. Alfred Tennyson by Andrew Lang

George Meredith But Mart Tinman would stop, the fool! to-poor old boy! save his papers and things; and has n’t a head to do it, Martha Cavely tells me. The House on the Beach by George Meredith [1877]

He tells me he will not take me into partnership; that I ought not to expect it. Chandler & Chandler by Ellen Wood [1875]

Maria Edgeworth If Mrs. Granby tells us that is her theory, we must all reform our practice. The Modern Griselda by Maria Edgeworth

Rudyard Kipling Soa I tells Mulvaney an’ Ortheris all t’ taale thro’, beginnin’ to end. Soldiers Three by Rudyard Kipling [1899]

There is another kind of good bad book which is more seriously intended, and which tells us, I think, something about the nature of the novel and the reasons for its present decadence. Collected Essays by George Orwell

E. F. Benson Then he tells you to avoid curried prawns, and you pay only two guineas. The House of Defence by E. F. Benson [1906]

What Matilda tells me is this: On that day it chanced that Miss Cattledon had paid the women servants their quarter’s wages. The Mystery at Number Seven by Ellen Wood [1877]

William Makepeace Thackeray Who tells the lieutenant when he comes his rounds? Boys are playing cards in the bedroom. Roundabout Papers by William Makepeace Thackeray [1860-63]

Then he tells us to get into the Priory as the undertakers’ men and make the arrests. The House on the Island by Arthur Gask [1931]

Henry James Not to add to her embarrassment, but to clear up the ambiguity, which he perceived the next moment he had better have left alone, he went on: ‘He tells me it’s now in his collection. The Liar by Henry James [1888]

They gave you false names last night, but Casimir, so Miss Westwater tells me, recognised them from your description, and he gave them their right names. Castle Gay by John Buchan [1930]

George Meredith Camilla tells Camillo of her dream. Vittoria by George Meredith [1867]

Andrew Lang But Mr. Leaf tells us that, “by primitive modes of smelting,” iron is made “hard and brittle, like cast iron. Homer and His Age by Andrew Lang

Henry Fielding Sophocles, in the latter end of his Ajax, alludes to a method of cheating in hats, and the scholiast on the place tells us of one Crephontes, who was a master of the art. The History of the Life of the Late Mr. Jonathan Wild The Great by Henry Fielding

Oscar Wilde They were to him his ‘slight Muse,’ as he calls them, and intended, as Meres tells us, for private circulation only among a few, a very few, friends. The Portrait of Mr. W. H. by Oscar Wilde [1889]

Gaston Leroux It’s like this: he tells her that, if she got married, she would never hear him again. The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux [1910]

Aphra Behn He tells her, all their fault was love, which made him so heedlessly fond of joys with her, he stayed to reap those when he should have secured them by flight. Love-letters between a Nobleman and his sister by Aphra Behn

Anthony Trollope He tells me that you will be miserable and that the misery will be on my head — and I believe him. Ayala’s Angel by Anthony Trollope

Anthony Trollope He tells me you have accepted him for Mary.’ ‘I wish that he had never seen her. The Duke’s Children by Anthony Trollope

He tells us, however, that in the case of the King of Dahomey, human sacrifice is not attributable to cruelty. The Life of Sir Richard Burton by Thomas Wrigh

Thomas Hughes And I tells ‘ee I means business, and you’d better keep on your own side, or we shall fall out. Tom Brown’s School Days by Thomas Hughes

Arthur Machen When he tells a tale we never know how much to believe. A Fragment of Life by Arthur Machen

George Meredith Mr. Raikes tells me you want to see me. Evan Harrington by George Meredith [1861]

H. Rider Haggard Now the story tells that Swanhild spoke with Gizur, Ospakar’s son, in the house at Coldback. “I tire of this slow play,” she said. Eric Brighteyes by H. Rider Haggard

Anthony Trollope I hardly know what to make of her, but I find that I am always obliged to do what she tells me. The Landleaguers by Anthony Trollope [1883]

Thomas Carlyle His savans, Bourrienne tells us, in that voyage to Egypt were one evening busily occupied arguing that there could be no God. They had proved it, to their satisfaction, by all manner of logic. On Heroes and Hero Worship and the Heroic in History by Thomas Carlyle

Frances Hodgson Burnett He is light and ironic, but he tells truths which sometimes startle those who hear them. The Head of the House of Coombe by Frances Hodgson Burnett [1922]

E. Phillips Oppenheim You rise at five every morning, the doctor tells me, and you return here, worn out, at dusk. The Great Impersonation by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1920]

He tells me that it was only then that he saw his captain for the first time. Chance by Joseph Conrad [1913]

Jane Austen Well, now I have just given you a hint of what Jane writes about, we will turn to her letter, and I am sure she tells her own story a great deal better than I can tell it for her. Emma by Jane Austen [1816]

Edith Wharton You must do just what he tells you,” Ethan answered sympathetically. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton [1911]

Arthur Conan Doyle He tells me it was a-shinin’ as bright as ever, but the curve of the rock hid it from the top. The Stone of Boxman’s Drift by Arthur Conan Doyle

Henry James I only know what Paul tells me. The Other House by Henry James [1896]

Bram Stoker One thing he said which I shall put down as nearly as I can, for it tells in its way the story of his race. Dracula by Bram Stoker [1897]

Thomas Hardy Here, he tells me, if anywhere, the king’s house stood. A Changed Man by Thomas Hardy [1913]

Story tells us, that Mithridates, the famous enemy of the Romans, among other trials of skill that he instituted, proposed a reward to the greatest eater and the stoutest drinker in his kingdom. Symposiacs by Plutarch

Bram Stoker He is usually respectful to the attendant and at times servile, but tonight, the man tells me, he was quite haughty. Dracula by Bram Stoker [1897]

The Duchess is your treasurer, and Mr. Pope tells me you are the Duke’s. The Life and Letters of John Gay by Lewis Melville

A certain wise man in Ithaca he tells of (O. ii 159):— He excelled his peers in knowledge of birds and in uttering words of fate. Essays and Miscellanies by Plutarch

Anthony Trollope So you’re going back into Norfolk on Saturday, Clara tells me. The Belton Estate by Anthony Trollope

James Anthony Froude Works of fancy, Bunyan tells us, are of many sorts, according to the author’s humour. Bunyan by James Anthony Froude [1880]

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu But you keep it dark till I tells you. Checkmate by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu [1871]

Anthony Trollope Of course, if Plantagenet tells me I’ll ask the man to come every day of the week; — but it is one of those things that I shall need to be told directly. The Prime Minister by Anthony Trollope

Edith Wharton You say your wife was discontented? No woman ever knows she’s discontented till some man tells her so. The Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton [1913]

Anthony Trollope He tells me that he is quite alone — that he never dines out, never has any one to dine with him, that he hunts five or six days a week — and reads at night. Phineas Finn by Anthony Trollope

Edwin Lester Arnold166 tells a story of continued life with an Oriental setting and mystery. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

Henry James She tells me so, and I believe her. The Aspern Papers by Henry James [1888]

Anthony Trollope He looks as though everybody in the world ought to do exactly what he tells them. Lady Anna by Anthony Trollope

When he tells you how delighted we all are to have Mr So-and-so on the platform tonight, you can see that he believes it. Coming up for Air by George Orwell

Wilkie Collins My experience of to-day will, as Stella tells me, be my general experience of the family life at St. Germain. We begin the morning with the customary cup of coffee. The Black Robe by Wilkie Collins [1881]

Jack London Louis tells me that the gossip of the sailors finds its way aft, and that two of the telltales have been badly beaten by their mates. The Sea-Wolf by Jack London [1904]

Elizabeth Gaskell What did he say? Dixon tells me he spoke to you about her. North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell [1854]

Robert Green Ingersoll The largest and the nobler faith in all that is, and is to be, tells us that death, even at its worst, is only perfect rest. Lectures by Robert Green Ingersoll

Economy, he tells us, was one of them. The Life of Sir Richard Burton by Thomas Wrigh

Edith Wharton Westy tells me that Amherst hints at leasing the New York house. Fruit of the Tree by Edith Wharton [1907]

Radclyffe Hall He tells me that his regiment’s stationed at Worcester, so I’ve asked him to come over to The Grange when he likes. The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

H. G. Wells That flicker in the sky tells of the gathering storm. The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells [1898]

E. Phillips Oppenheim The cottage is empty and shut up, he tells me. The Postmaster of Market Deignton by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1897]

Rafael Sabatini He tells us, too, that she was radiant now, whilst hypocritically affecting regret for the misfortune of her “friend” Tomatis, and that her falseness disposed him against her. Casanova’s Alibi by Rafael Sabatini

E. F. Benson She tells us ‘that he loved her is undeniable, for she was the last woman in the world to give her love unsought. Charlotte Bronte by E. F. Benson [1932]

He has been asked “by a lady of talent,” he tells Garrick, “to read a tragedy, and conjecture if it would do for you. Sterne by H. D. Traill [1882]

Baldwin Spencer He tells the father that he must not give it any other name except the one that he mentions, because that is the child within his wife. Native tribes of the Northern Territory of Australia by Baldwin Spencer

He is an excellent draughtsman, but music, he tells me, is his chief passion. Mohawks by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1886]

Anthony Trollope And if he tells you of the property,—angrily I mean,—then do you tell him of the title. Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite by Anthony Trollope [1871]

I own these terrors have made a very deep impression on my mind, because I believe he tells me things truly as they are, and no body can be better informed of them. Letters from Turkey by Mary Wortley Montagu [1725]

Anthony Trollope As long as he tells me everything, I will never really complain. The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope

George Gissing Something tells me that’s how it was. The Odd Women by George Gissing [1892]

Benjamin Disraeli I like young men who rise by their merits, and Mr. Sidney Wilton tells Lady Montfort that yours are distinguished. Endymion by Benjamin Disraeli [1880]

Elizabeth Gaskell I believe him when he says he loves me; and I have no right to cause him the infinite — the terrible pain, which my own heart tells me he would feel, if I did what Mr. Buxton wishes me. The Moorland Cottage by Elizabeth Gaskell [1851]

I think, from what Millard tells us, there is very little doubt Sir Oswald will make a fool of himself by marrying this girl. Run to Earth by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1868]

Elizabeth Gaskell He is a cousin of Lady Harriet’s, and does all she tells him to do. Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell [1865]

I never forgot this at any time in my life,’ the Cardinal tells us, ‘and it has been a great grace to me. Eminent Victorians by Lytton Strachey

Milton tells us, without the least ambiguity, what a spectator of these marvellous occurrences would have witnessed. Lectures on Evolution by Thomas Henry Huxley

George Meredith But Miss Radnor tells me you are not like other men. One of our Conquerors by George Meredith [1891]

I don’t suppose that interests you greatly; what’s more to the point is that the place is thoroughly up to date, he tells me. The Haunted Woman by David Lindsay [1922]

Wilkie Collins It tells me she has debts she daren’t acknowledge, that must be paid. The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins [1868]

William Morris Whilom, as tells the tale, was a walled cheaping-town hight Utterhay, which was builded in a bight of the land a little off the great highway which went from over the mountains to the sea. The Water of the Wondrous Isles by William Morris [1897]

Anthony Trollope He tells me that, and then says that there shall be no more words spoken or written about it. The Duke’s Children by Anthony Trollope

Henry James She tells me you’ve been a long time in Europe.” She took it blandly. The Pension Beaurepas by Henry James [1879]

My head man tells me that I must have grapes and pines all the year round: and since he insists upon it, I submit. The Lovels of Arden by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1871]

Robert Green Ingersoll When one of your children tells a lie, be honest with him; tell him that you have told hundreds of them yourself. The Ghosts and other lectures by Robert Green Ingersoll

Though the topmost leaves of the mangroves fail to disclose any movement in the air, an unceasing and inharmonious hum tells of the sea idly shouldering the orange-hued sands outside. Tropic Days by E. J. Banfield

Anthony Trollope What does she say?’ ‘She tells me that he — he has come back. John Caldigate by Anthony Trollope

Henry Fielding Mr Congreve hath made such another blunder in his Love for Love, where Tattle tells Miss Prue, “She should admire him as much for the beauty he commends in her as if he himself was possessed of it. The History of the Adventures of Joseph Andrews and his friend Mr Abraham Adams by Henry Fielding

Something tells me we shall not have much more time together. ’Long Live the King!’ by Guy Boothby [1900]

George Meredith And talking of the pulpit, Barmby is off to the East, has accepted a Shoreditch curacy, Skepsey tells me. One of our Conquerors by George Meredith [1891]

D. H. Lawrence Juno tells her to take her pocket handkerchief. Sea and Sardinia by D. H. Lawrence [1921]

George Meredith So he tells me, and I’m bound not to disbelieve him. Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith [1865]

He tells us he only obtained the mastery of his pen by toiling faithfully, but inborn in him was the art of talking. Robert Louis Stevenson by E. Blantyre Simpson

Aphra Behn She tells him her adventure, which, though it were daggers to his heart, was, however, the only way to keep her his own; for he knew her spirit was too violent to be restrained by any means. Love-letters between a Nobleman and his sister by Aphra Behn

Maria Edgeworth Now, my Angelique, who cannot endure Katrine’s maid, tells me that this man is only a wonder-maker, a half-crown paragraph writer. Helen by Maria Edgeworth

Samuel Johnson But when Addison, having celebrated the beauty of Marlborough’s person, tells us that “Achilles thus was formed of every grace,” here is no simile, but a mere exemplification. Lives of the Poets by Samuel Johnson

Theodore Dreiser He tells me the great pictures are going to increase in value, and what I could get for a few hundred thousand now will be worth millions later. The Financier by Theodore Dreiser

Jonathan Swif Mrs. Vedeau tells me she has sent the bill a fortnight ago. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

You’ll have no trouble from me — you’ve trouble enough of your own; and I’m friend enough, when a friend’s in need, to shut my eyes and go right where he tells me. The Wrecker by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

Margaret Oliphant She was aggravated awful—so the man tells me. Salem Chapel by Margaret Oliphant [1862]

If I ask him whether he has had women in Whitehaven he always says Yes. He tells me all about the smuggling. Judith Paris by Hugh Walpole [1931]

Anthony Trollope May be I’d grumble at the one and not at the other; but what the church tells me, I’ll do, if it plazes God to let me. The Macdermots of Ballycloran by Anthony Trollope [1847]

Mr. Lockhart tells us that some of Scott’s senses were decidedly “blunt,” and one seems to recognize this in the simplicity of his romantic effects. Sir Walter Scott by Richard H. Hutton [1878]

Something tells me, Verney, that we need no longer dread our cruel enemy, and I cling with delight to the oracular voice. The Last Man by Mary Shelley

Leslie Stephen He laughs without troubling himself to decide whether his irony tells against the theories which he ostensibly espouses, or those which he ostensibly attacks. Swift by Leslie Stephen [1882]

But he tells also that consolation is folded not in forgetfulness, but in remembrance. Red Pottage by Mary Cholmondeley [1899]

H. G. Wells My brother Freddy, who was always greatly attached to her and who talked the affair over with her years afterwards, tells me now that she ascribed our separation to her own initiative. An Experiment in Autobiography by H. G. Wells

Benjamin Disraeli Colonel Campian tells me you have promised to give us that pleasure. Lothair by Benjamin Disraeli [1870]

In Gods and Fighting Men Lady Gregory tells of ancient divinities that met men as equals. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

Robert Louis Stevenson This side of truth is very present to Whitman; it is this that he means when he tells us that “To glance with an eye confounds the learning of all times. Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson

Wilkie Collins I have a great mind to burn my Journal. It tells me that I had better not think of Philip any more. The Legacy of Cain by Wilkie Collins [1889]

Anthony Trollope And now this young lady tells me that you are destroying her happiness. Is He Popenjoy? by Anthony Trollope [1878]

When he returns, the woman tells him that she has been with him in his dreams and loves him because he would not claim her wrongly. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

Sir Walter Scott He tells a story of Strozzi himself, from which it appears that his jests lay a good deal in the line of the cuisine. The Fortunes of Nigel by Sir Walter Scott [1822]

Jonathan Swif We have lost our fine frost here; and Abel Roper tells as you have had floods in Dublin; ho, brave12 you! Oh ho! Swanton seized Portraine, now I understand oo. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

Chang tells me he thinks that two of them will give little trouble. Lost Horizon by James Hilton

Rudyard Kipling Well, what he actually got was fairly hectic, but he tells me he’s taken to mixin’ ’em. Limits and Renewals by Rudyard Kipling [1932]

H. G. Wells Poe’s Narrative of A. Gordon Pym tells what a very intelligent mind could imagine about the south polar regions a century ago. An Experiment in Autobiography by H. G. Wells

I know it, there’s a voice that tells me so. The Wrong Box by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

And therefore Iris tells Helen beforehand, In single combat they shall fight for you, And you shall be the glorious victor’s wife. Symposiacs by Plutarch

Spurzheim 4 tells of a priest at Strasbourg, who, though rich, and uninfluenced by envy or revenge, from exactly the same motive, killed three persons. The Book of Were-Wolves by S. Baring-Gould [1865]

G. K. Chesterton The Prime Minister wants to have a talk, he tells me, and, all things considered, I think we’d better be dressing for dinner. The Man Who Knew Too Much by G. K. Chesterton

Andrew Lang Jeremy Taylor tells of a dog which got quite used to a ghost that often appeared to his master, and used to follow it. The Book of Dreams and Ghosts by Andrew Lang

H. G. Wells It tells how man came out of the Eden of unquestioning acceptance and found perplexity. The Shape of Things to Come by H. G. Wells [1933]

William Sharp, in his Gypsy Christ, gives the story differently still, saying that it is not correctly told in Parsifal. As Sharp tells it, it is a piece of tragic symbolism. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

Andrew Lang It appears, then, if our general suggestion meets with any acceptance, that what occurred in the development of Hebrew religion was precisely what the Bible tells us did occur. The Making of Religion by Andrew Lang

Anna Katherine Green But words are not all; it is the tender look, the manly bearing, the tone which springs from the heart which tells in great crises; and these had all been lacking. Dark Hollow by Anna Katherine Green

If you offer a working man something he doesn’t want, he tells you that he doesn’t want it; a middle-class person would accept it to avoid giving offence. Collected Essays by George Orwell

Andrew Lang A nursery legend tells that I was wont to arrange six open books on six chairs, and go from one to the others, perusing them by turns. Adventures Among Books by Andrew Lang

Robert Green Ingersoll Another gives it as his opinion that hell is in the sun, and he tells us that nobody, without an express revelation from God, can prove that it is not there. On Hell by Robert Green Ingersoll

You cannot deny, too, that every morning she tells you how indifferently she slept the previous night. Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas [1848-1850]

Wilkie Collins The landlord knew nothing more about it; but there’s a man at the bar tells me he heard of them this morning (still drinking) at the Dairy.” “The Dairy?” Amelius repeated. The Fallen Leaves by Wilkie Collins [1879]

Robert Louis Stevenson He tells his disciples that they must be ready “to confront the growing arrogance of Realism.” Each person is, for himself, the keystone and the occasion of this universal edifice. Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson

H. Rider Haggard Mr. Fraser tells me that it is my duty to consult you, that you will naturally have my interest most at heart, that it was into your hands and to your care that my mother consigned me on her deathbed. Dawn by H. Rider Haggard

Leo Tolstoy Then — “Peter tells me you intend to leave the money with the woman where she lives. My Dream by Leo Tolstoy

H. Rider Haggard It is you who cannot go without me — that is, if Soa tells the truth. The People of the Mist by H. Rider Haggard

David Hume He tells me, that an oppressive and powerful neighbour had attempted to dispossess him of his inheritance, and had long disturbed all his innocent and social pleasures. An Enquiry into the Principles of Morals by David Hume

Anthony Trollope I have to do, you know, as he tells me. The Prime Minister by Anthony Trollope

He tells Perceval he is a priest, and has buried 3000 knights slain by the Black Hand; every day a knight has been slain, and every day a marble tomb stands ready with the name of the victim upon it. From Ritual to Romance by Jessie L. Weston [1920]

At a much later point Manessier tells how Perceval, riding through the forest, is overtaken by a terrible storm. From Ritual to Romance by Jessie L. Weston [1920]

Tobias Smolle Diodorus Siculus tells us, that the antient inhabitants of this country usually lived under ground. Travels through France and Italy by Tobias Smolle

Edith Wharton And they’d have turned her out into the street that very day, your cousin tells me. Crucial Instances by Edith Wharton [1901]

George Meredith I am to say: “What Henrietta tells you is true, Chillon.” She is contented though she has not seen him again and has not the look of expecting to see him. The Amazing Marriage by George Meredith [1895]

Leslie Stephen Mrs. Pilkington tells us, and we can for once believe her, that one “poem” actually made her mother sick. Swift by Leslie Stephen [1882]

Jonathan Swif She tells me Lady Giffard has a mind to see me, by her discourse; but I told her what to say, with a vengeance. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

I have not had the pleasure of reading any of his works; but Adela tells me he is extremely clever. Fenton’s Quest by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1871]

Rudyard Kipling Macworth tells me he has told you of our little affair with Haylock, the unjust caterer, and that you propose to dress it up in the public interest. Limits and Renewals by Rudyard Kipling [1932]

He tells all his white men to be good to waddi. The Passing of the Aborigines by Daisy Bates [1938]