Phrases with "tells"

De Sade tells us that Petrarch was not successful in the young man’s education; and, from a natural partiality for the hero of his biography, lays the blame on his pupil. The Life of Petrarch by Thomas Campbell

George Meredith One of these officers tells me he knows you, and gives his word of honour—he’s an Englishman—to conduct you out: come. Vittoria by George Meredith [1867]

Tobias Smolle When he tells you it is low water, or the wind is in your teeth, you may say you will stay on board till it is high water, or till the wind comes favourable. Travels through France and Italy by Tobias Smolle

George Gissing He tells me my views are impracticable; then, I say, so much the worse for the world, and so much the more shame for every rich man who finds excuses for such a state of things. A Life's Morning by George Gissing [1885]

Andrew Lang Julio tells his tale, and goes mad again. Adventures Among Books by Andrew Lang

Fernando Po,195 he tells us, is an island in which man finds it hard to live and very easy to die. The Life of Sir Richard Burton by Thomas Wrigh

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

Wilkie Collins Miss Silvester’s letter (inclosed) tells me this terrible thing. Man and Wife by Wilkie Collins [1870]

I don’t care much what the book is; my wife reads to me till I drop off, and then she finishes the book herself and tells me the rest of the story. A Traveler from Altruria by William Dean Howells

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

Elizabeth Gaskell Reason tells me so, and I am not so utterly the slave of feeling but that I can OCCASIONALLY HEAR her voice. The Life of Charlotte Bronte by Elizabeth Gaskell [1857]

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

F. Scott Fitzgerald Mr Davis tells me that for almost the first time since school opened you will be off bounds tomorrow. Taps at Reveille by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1935]

He tells himself he will return and get it another day. The Beachy Head Murder by Arthur Gask [1941]

Jonathan Swif He tells me that Mrs. Edgworth14 married a fellow in her journey to Chester; so I believe she little thought of anybody’s box but her own. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

Jonathan Swif He tells me of a judge in Ireland that has done ill things. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

Wilkie Collins I remember saying what he tells me I said, and thinking it too — for the moment onlywhen I was beside myself with rage. Poor Miss Finch by Wilkie Collins [1872]

Wilkie Collins My letter — my daughter has no suspicion that I have written it — tells him plainly what the claim is. The Black Robe by Wilkie Collins [1881]

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

I come over here to consult a friend, an avoué” “And he tells you—?” “No matter. Eleanor's Victory by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1863]

The Upper Berth107 tells of a strange, foul sea odor that infests a certain stateroom and that no amount of fumigating or airing will remove. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

Schomberg tells us that he must be starving on his island; so he may end yet by eating her,” I suggested. Victory by Joseph Conrad [1914]

The Bishop went straight up to him, and said ‘You come at a fortunate moment, for I am greatly distressed at the burning of Miss Gresley’s book, and Gresley tells me that you advised it. Red Pottage by Mary Cholmondeley [1899]

Andrew Lang Here Bacon notes a morning salutation, ‘I hope you are none the worse for early rising,’ while Shakespeare tells somebody not to sit up late. The Valet’s Tragedy by Andrew Lang

G. K. Chesterton No one of any degree of maturity in reading Pauline will be quite so horrified at the sins of the young gentleman who tells the story as he seems to be himself. Robert Browning by G. K. Chesterton [1903]

To reassure his sisters he tells them of 81 landings and only two arrows fired at them in one cruise; and yet one poisoned arrow might be the cause of death accompanied by indescribable agony. Victorian Worthies by George Henry Blore

Mr. Bailey tells us that the couplet is only fit for satire. Books and Characters by Lytton Strachey

Charles Dickens Because when Tom Gradgrind, with his new lights, tells me that what I say is unreasonable, I am convinced at once it must be devilish sensible. Hard Times by Charles Dickens [1854]

William Morris And as to the beads, there is nought to tell of them till they came into thine hands; and something tells me that it was the will of the Wise Woman that to no other hands they should come. The Well At The World’s End by William Morris [1896]

Willa Cather The Journal tells us how often she went back to it in her sleep. Not Under Forty by Willa Cather [1936]

One glance at Mr. Arthur Machen tells us that here is the romantic story-teller, and one glance at Mr. Augustus John discloses the painter. London in My Time by Thomas Burke

Henry James She tells him that in America it’s different, and I dare say you haven’t our ideas; but really there’s a limit to everything. The Siege of London by Henry James [1883]

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

William Makepeace Thackeray The young man in the coffee-room tells me he goes to sleep every night with the keys of Gibraltar under his pillow. Notes of a Journey From Cornhill to Grand Cairo by William Makepeace Thackeray

Leslie Stephen But the piece is mainly remarkable because, as he tells us, Addison made him “blot out four score lines, add four score, and alter four score,” though the whole consisted of only 178 verses. Swift by Leslie Stephen [1882]

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]

Anthony Trollope He has a hat full of these shares, and he tells me that, knowing my weakness, and presuming that you have the same, he bought a few extra this morning, thinking we might like them. The Three Clerks by Anthony Trollope

But this is not what the biologist tells us. Science and Education by Thomas Henry Huxley

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

Leslie Stephen Delany tells us that he stayed for six months in Swift’s house, before discovering that the dean always read prayers to his servants at a fixed hour in private. Swift by Leslie Stephen [1882]

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

M. R. James I should like to hear what he tells you. More Ghost Stories of an Antiquary by M. R. James

Charles Dickens He tells me of everything he sees down at his work. Mugby Junction by Charles Dickens [1866]

H.P. Lovecraft There are secrets, you know, which might have come down from old Salem times, and Cotton Mather tells even stranger things. Pickman’s Model by H.P. Lovecraft [1926]

He tells me people constantly unburden themselves to him. Notwithstanding by Mary Cholmondeley [1913]

George Gissing Walker — you remember my friend Walker? — tells the story in a side-splitting way. Born in Exile by George Gissing [1891]

Anthony Trollope Oh love her! I don’t believe that it’s in you to know what I mean when I say that I love her! She tells me that he’s going to be your wife. The Belton Estate by Anthony Trollope

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]

Benjamin Disraeli He said, “I have not yet made the acquaintance of Lady Roehampton, for I never go out; but I hope to do so, for Lady Montfort tells me she is quite captivating. Endymion by Benjamin Disraeli [1880]

No Irish peasant would treat a captured faery as did the man Campbell tells of. The Celtic Twilight by William Butler Yeats [1893]

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]

Alfred Ainger In the earliest of his letters that has been preserved, belonging to the early part of 1796, he tells his friend Coleridge the sad truth:—— My life has been somewhat diversified of late. Charles Lamb by Alfred Ainger [1882]

Oscar Wilde He tells me I have a pure psychic hand, and that if my thumb had been the least little bit shorter, I should have been a confirmed pessimist, and gone into a convent. Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime by Oscar Wilde [1887]

In the Memoirs of a Babylonian Princess by the Emira Asmar, daughter of the Emir Abdallah Asmar, the author tells us that as a girl she paid a long visit to the Emir Beshyr, prince of the Drûzes. Little Memoirs of the Nineteenth Century by George Paston [1902]

Sinclair Lewis She chanted with horrifying politeness: “Mr. Arrowsmith tells me you are a nurse, Miss — Tozer.” “Yes, sort of. Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis [1925]

Samuel Johnson While now perhaps with Dido’s ghost she roves, And hears and tells the story of their loves, Alike they mourn, alike they bless their fate, Since Love, which made them wretched, made them great. Lives of the Poets by Samuel Johnson

Yesterday, his man-servant tells me, he did not stir beyond the study door. The Childerbridge Mystery by Guy Boothby [1902]

Gaston Leroux And while the roisterers laughed over the adventure she said to her husband in the advisory voice of the helpful wife: “Feodor, you must not attach importance to what that old fool Ivan tells you. The Secret of the Night by Gaston Leroux [1913]

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]

Look at this letter from him, in which he tells me you have spoken ill of Mademoiselle de la Valliere; and where he asks me, if what you reported about this young girl is true or not. Louise de la Valliere by Alexandre Dumas [1848-1850]

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

Anthony Trollope But I never want to see him again — never! How can I want to marry a man who tells me that I shall be a trouble to him? He shall never — never have to go to Boulogne for me. Phineas Redux by Anthony Trollope

She tells us she is Mrs. Everty now. Our First Term at Oxford by Ellen Wood [1873]

Andrew Lang Mélusine tells her lover that she will only abide with him dum ipsam nudam non viderit. Custom and Myth by Andrew Lang

Sir Walter Scott Here has Sir Richard Varney asked our permission to depart from the Castle with his infirm lady, having, as he tells us, your lordship’s consent to his absence, so he can obtain ours. Kenilworth by Sir Walter Scott [1821]

Anthony Trollope She tells me with heart-breaking concern that you have now repudiated your own proposition — not only once made but repeated. The American Senator by Anthony Trollope

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

Anthony Trollope She tells me that she was far from well at Salzburg.’ ‘Yes; — indeed for three or four days she frightened me much. The Duke’s Children by Anthony Trollope

E. F. Benson That was a nice touch, don’t you think? The effect? Colossal, so Irene tells me, for I could not be there myself. Mapp and Lucia by E. F. Benson [1931]

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]

Hence the Indian, in order to express the dominion of this bird over the common vultures, tells you he is governor of the carrion-crows. Wanderings in South America by Charles Waterton [1825]

George Meredith This Britain slumbering, she is rich; Lies placid as a cradled child; At times with an uneasy twitch, That tells of dreams unduly wild. Last Poems by George Meredith [1909]

George Sheldon tells me the secret cannot by any possibility have been betrayed, unless by me; and I have been prudence itself. Birds of Prey by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1867]

She tells me he wants her to admire the country, but she does not like the snow, and misses our beautiful clover-fields very much. The Heir of Redclyffe by Charlotte M. Yonge [1853]

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

We’ve made a college professor our President, and do what he tells us like little boys, though he don’t earn more than some of us pay our works’ manager. Mr. Standfast by John Buchan [1919]

Edith Wharton And I do like you heaps better, Martin. But he’s been most awfully good about the children, and he can make mother do whatever he tells her. The Children by Edith Wharton [1928]

Arthur Conan Doyle She tells me that I am looking pale and worried and ill. The Parasite by Arthur Conan Doyle [1894]

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]

G. K. Chesterton Fable is more historical than fact, because fact tells us about one man and fable tells us about a million men. Varied Types by G. K. Chesterton [1903]

Arthur Conan Doyle Major Ogilvy tells me that he has made such interest for him that there is every chance that he will gain his discharge, the more particularly since he was not present at the battle. Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle

George Eliot A woman doesn’t like a man who tells her the truth. Felix Holt the Radical by George Eliot [1866]

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

H. Rider Haggard Sir Henry tells him that it comes from idleness and over-feeding, and Good does not like it at all, though he cannot deny it. Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard

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

Early in April, 1853, Hawthorne was appointed and confirmed to the Liverpool consulate, and on the 14th he went to Washington, as he tells us, for the first time, to thank the President in person. The Life and Genius of Nathaniel Hawthorne by Frank Preston Stearns [1906]

Yes, I like him; and although I know nothing about him except what Maulevrier tells me — and that is of the scantiest — still I feel, somehow, that I can trust him. Phantom Fortune by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1883]

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

George Meredith But he takes me to the Opera sometimes—Italian Opera; he can’t stand German. Down at his place in Leicestershire, he tells me, when there ‘s company, he has—I’m sure you sing beautifully. One of our Conquerors by George Meredith [1891]

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

His father then tells him that the noise he has heard was made by that kalligooroo, and not by Nalja, but he must never tell the women and children, or he will die. The Passing of the Aborigines by Daisy Bates [1938]

William Makepeace Thackeray He is racked by bitter remorse: he tells his love of his treachery, and declares “no crocodile was ever more unjust. The Irish Sketch Book by William Makepeace Thackeray [1843]

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

Rudyard Kipling You have no business here; you don’t belong to this place; you’re half a gipsy — your face tells that; and I— even the smell of open water makes me restless. The Light That Failed by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

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]

Theodore Dreiser Fourteen thousand shares since ten o’clock this morning! That tells the story. The Titan by Theodore Dreiser

James Joyce So be off now, says he, and do all my cousin german the lord Harry tells you and take a farmer’s blessing, and with that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. Ulysses by James Joyce [1922]

H.P. Lovecraft These people say the Shining Trapezohedron shows them heaven & other worlds, & that the Haunter of the Dark tells them secrets in some way. The Haunter of the Dark by H.P. Lovecraft [1935]

Algernon Blackwood tells of a man who remembers having been a centaur and lives in memory-metempsychosis his experiences of that far-off time. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

I— I have a genius for some things, Howard; and my better angel tells me I shall succeed. That Affair Next Door by Anna Katharine Green

Another medical man tells me he was making out he was curing them by giving smaller doses each time, and he was quite within his rights. The Tragedy of the Silver Moon by Arthur Gask [1940]

Arthur Conan Doyle It will be safer to do exactly what he tells me. The Poison Belt by Arthur Conan Doyle [1913]

Rudyard Kipling Uncle Aurette tells us that they had cut off their King Louis’ head, and, moreover, the Brest forts had fired on an English man-o’-war. Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling [1910]

George Gissing Of course she tells it as a proof of Mr. Robb’s unscrupulous hatred of Lady Ogram. I daresay the truth is that she came of a low class. Our Friend the Charlatan by George Gissing [1899]

Mr. Pope tells me that I am dead, and that this obnoxiousness is the reward for my inoffensiveness in my former life. The Life and Letters of John Gay by Lewis Melville

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

E. Phillips Oppenheim Mr. Dory tells me that this man came into your employ at the last moment with a forged recommendation. Peter Ruff and the Double Four by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1912]

George Meredith He tells me, that at great peril to herself—and she nearly had her arm broken by a stone he saved Shrapnel from rough usage on the election-day. Beauchamp's Career by George Meredith [1875]

Wilkie Collins The old man, her uncle, tells me that he first observed this when she came to see him (in Cornwall, I think he said) a short time since. The Dead Secret by Wilkie Collins [1857]

George Meredith We’re a mixed lot, all of us-the best! You’ve noticed, Skepsey has no laugh: however absurd the thing he tells you, not a smile!’ ‘But you trust his eyes; you look fathoms into them. One of our Conquerors by George Meredith [1891]

Anthony Trollope But the main thread of the story — that which tells of the doings of the young gentlemen and young ladies — the heroes and the heroines — is not good. An Autobiography by Anthony Trollope [1883]

She tells me that he says that he has nothing to do with these people, and that they have nothing to do with him. A Second Coming by Richard Marsh [1900]

Anthony Trollope You must go to Mr. Boltby, and write just what he tells you. Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite by Anthony Trollope [1871]

Wilkie Collins The torn paper in it tells me that I did write. The Legacy of Cain by Wilkie Collins [1889]

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]

George Borrow He has neither formality nor politeness: he tells me that he is not French, and when I spoke to him of the Irish Christians, he did not seem to belong to them. The Bible in Spain by George Borrow

Henry James What he has to tell us he tells us with THIS perfection. The Death of the Lion by Henry James [1894]

George Meredith The General tells me they ‘d be glad to overlook it at the Guards, even if they had all the facts. The House on the Beach by George Meredith [1877]

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

She tells fortunes, gives spells against the evil eye and produces weird results “by spells and such dandy as is beyond our element. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

As Ada says—she knows; God tells that girl things which perhaps I’m too stupid to be told—it’s good to look upon your face. A Second Coming by Richard Marsh [1900]

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

Henry James My cousin told me the story, and she tells it in her own way, in the letter. Four Meetings by Henry James [1877]

Alfred Ainger Hunt left school at the age of fifteen, when he had attained the same rank as Lamb—deputy Grecian—and, as he tells us, for the same reason. Charles Lamb by Alfred Ainger [1882]

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

Mark Twain I thought that was drawing it a little strong, about the turtles, any how, but I asked Mr. Church if it was so, and he said it was, and what Mr. Church tells me, I believe. The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain

Wilkie Collins What does the great poet of humanity say of lenders? The Bard of Avon tells us, that ‘loan oft loses both itself and friend. Poor Miss Finch by Wilkie Collins [1872]

George Meredith He tells it, who knew the law Upon mortals: he stood alive Declaring that this he saw: He could see, and survive. Poems and Lyrics of the Joy of Earth by George Meredith [1883]

G. K. Chesterton He paints life at its darkest and then tells the babe unborn to take the leap in the dark. George Bernard Shaw by G. K. Chesterton [1909]

Augustine Birrell Marvell tells us how it was done. Andrew Marvell by Augustine Birrell [1905]

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]

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]

Charles Dickens She tells me that she wants to see you on a little matter of business you mentioned to her. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens [1860]

There is an elegant simplicity about everything, Mrs. Scobel tells me, which is very charming. Vixen by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1879]

Edith Wharton Then she thought: “If he tells me the truth it’s because he still loves me, and doesn’t feel that he has to pretend”; and she slipped the trinket about her neck. The Gods Arrive by Edith Wharton [1932]

The initial romance was, as the author tells us, the result of an architectural nightmare. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

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

She tells a falsehood, I assure you!” “No, I do not tell a falsehood!” resumed the young girl ardently. The Miller’s Daughter by Émile Zola

Henry James Your sister, whom I met at the gate, tells me you are depressed,” he added. The Europeans by Henry James [1878]

George Gissing He knew all about us, so the lawyer tells me. Demos by George Gissing [1886]

Rudyard Kipling It is there I will show you the Truth.” A letter heretofore unpublished from Herrera to Madame Lavalle tells us how the Master’s prophecy was verified. Actions and Reactions by Rudyard Kipling [1909]

When Andy is not by, Susan tells everyone it is one of husband’s old flames, but he did not marry her because she, Susan, cut her out. The Jest of Life by Arthur Gask [1936]

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

Alfred Ainger A remarkable letter to Mrs. Wordsworth, a few months only after his removal to Russell Street, tells the same old story of well-meaning intruders. Charles Lamb by Alfred Ainger [1882]

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]

Anne Bronte It was only to say — ’Bring it back when you have read it; and don’t breathe a word of what it tells you to any living being. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte [1848]

George Gissing There’s a portrait of him, Beeching tells me, in somebody’s history of Cornwall, showing to perfection the Trefoyle nose. The Town Traveller by George Gissing [1897]

Sigmund Freud Analysis, however, tells us that it is quite superfluous to seek for such explanations. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud [1911]

Samuel Johnson He tells Pope, in the decline of life, that he hopes once more to see him; “but if not,” says he, “we must part as all human beings have parted. Lives of the Poets by Samuel Johnson

Willa Cather She tells me about her engagements and contracts, but I know so little about that business that it doesn’t mean much to me beyond the figures, which seem very impressive. The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather [1915]

George Eliot But Seth tells me there’s no hope o’ that: your feelings are different, and perhaps I’m taking too much upon me to speak about it. Adam Bede by George Eliot [1859]

Such a man comes quickly up to a total disregarding the truth of what he says, looking upon it as a trifle, a thing of no import, whether any story he tells be true or not. Daniel Defoe by William Minto [1879]

Miss Deveen came up to Janet Carey. “My dear, I hear you can sing: your aunt tells me so. Our Visit by Ellen Wood

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]

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]

Herrera’s testimony is little short of that of a contemporary, since it was derived, he tells us, from the correspondence of the Conquerors, and the accounts given him by their own sons. The History of the Conquest of Peru by William Hickling Presco

He tells how he acquired a folio volume containing the MS. poems of Anne, Countess of Winchilsea,7 ‘copied about 1695 under her eye and with innumerable notes and corrections in her autograph’. A Memoir of Mrs. Behn by Montague Summers

Bram Stoker The Professor tells me that this morning at dawn he could hardly hypnotize me at all, and that all I could say was, “dark and quiet. Dracula by Bram Stoker [1897]

Sir Walter Scott Bishop Corbet, in his Iter Boreale, tells us that mine host of Market Bosworth was full of ale and history. The Fortunes of Nigel by Sir Walter Scott [1822]

He tells me to laugh at your refusals your scruples; to assail you like your Shakespeare’s Petruchio assails his Katherine — with audacious insolence that will not be denied. Charlotte’s Inheritance by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1868]

Virginia Woolf The tug of the magnet of their society tells upon me. The Waves by Virginia Woolf [1931]

Wilkie Collins The dim outline of the dress tells me that it is the figure of a woman. The Two Destinies by Wilkie Collins [1876]

Mr. Eubule-Evans, in a long dramatic poem of considerable power,156 tells the story of Theudas, who could be released from his doom of immortality if only he would repent, but he will not. The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough

Rafael Sabatini He tells us that in that hour he was able to attach faith to the boast of the philosopher Zeno that he had discovered the secret of suppressing pallor, blushes, laughter, and tears. Casanova’s Alibi by Rafael Sabatini

John Locke Freedom then is not what Sir Robert Filmer tells us, Observations, A. 55. Second Treatise of Civil Government by John Locke [1690]

Benjamin Disraeli Essper tells me that De Boeffleurs is even more skilled in sleight-of-hand than himself. Vivian Grey by Benjamin Disraeli [1827]

Charles Kingsley In sweet childlike playful letters, he tells his mother that it is nothing. Burns and His School by Charles Kingsley

Jane Austen I wanted to know a little more, and this tells me quite enough. Emma by Jane Austen [1816]

John Locke If any one ask me what this space I speak of is, I will tell him when he tells me what his extension is. An Essay Concerning Human Understanding by John Locke [1690]

G. K. Chesterton Shaw has many of the actual opinions of Tolstoy. Like Tolstoy he tells men, with coarse innocence, that romantic war is only butchery and that romantic love is only lust. George Bernard Shaw by G. K. Chesterton [1909]

Arthur Conan Doyle You know we look upon a man who kisses and tells as the greatest coward and villain possible. The Green Flag by Arthur Conan Doyle [1900]

Rudyard Kipling Evil will it be if the ‘Deputy Shipping’ finds one of these bounty jumpers in the chosen crew of the Blenkindoon. The ‘Deputy Shipping’ tells the story with heat. City of Dreadful Night by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Anthony Trollope He’s just as grumpy as Dr Gruffen, and thinks everybody is to do what he tells them. The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope

Leslie Stephen An ejected placeman goes down to his county or his borough, tells his friends of his inability to serve them and his constituents, of the corruption of the government. Samuel Johnson by Leslie Stephen [1878]

Jonathan Swif Patrick tells me my caps are wearing out. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

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

In May, Miss Mitford wrote to Sir William Elford: ‘The charm of the Exhibition is a chalk-drawing by Mr. Haydon taken, as he tells me, from a mother who had lost her child. Little Memoirs of the Nineteenth Century by George Paston [1902]

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu It was bright moonlight, and says I, ‘Dick, how is Master Harry? Is all well with him?’ So he tells me, ay, all was well, and he goin’ to drive the gig out himself from town. Checkmate by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu [1871]

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

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

Goethe tells us he “had nothing sent to him in his sleep,” no page of his but he knew well how it came there. Carlyle by John Nichol [1892]

Anthony Trollope It describes with force the desires, ambition, and necessities of a great nation, and it tells with historical truth the story of the success of that nation. North America by Anthony Trollope

Andrew Lang He tells his tale at considerable length, but it amounts to this:— 3 Story received from Miss ——; confirmed on inquiry by Drumquaigh. 4 Phantasms of the Living, ii. The Book of Dreams and Ghosts by Andrew Lang

R. D. Blackmore A child, especially a pretty little girl, tells wonderfully with a jury. Mary Anerley by R. D. Blackmore [1880]

Wilkie Collins A little bird tells me that I shall see a Mrs. Geoffrey Delamayn in London, next season. Man and Wife by Wilkie Collins [1870]

Anthony Trollope Everybody tells me so, and no doubt everybody tells you the same. The Vicar of Bullhampton by Anthony Trollope [1870]

I tells myself again and again, ‘You’re a fool for your pains. Romance by Joseph Conrad and Ford Madox Ford [1903]

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

Oliver Goldsmith Man is here, it tells us, fitting up his mind, and preparing it for another abode. The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith

James Joyce Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuring trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. Finnegans Wake by James Joyce

Louisa May Alcott And how he provides now for an old woman who nursed his mother, and never tells anyone, but is just as generous and patient and good as he can be. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott [1868]

Jonathan Swif I know not what will come of it; but I tell you as a great secret that I have made the Duke of Ormond promise me to recommend nobody till he tells me, and this for some reasons too long to mention. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

Joseph Furphy Don’t you believe the yarns your enthusiast tells of the squatter’s free-and-easy hospitality toward the swagman. Such is Life by Joseph Furphy

Sidney Colvin He devoured all the books of history, travel, and fiction in the school library, and was for ever borrowing more from the friend who tells the story. Keats by Sidney Colvin [1887]

F. Scott Fitzgerald Doctor Ladislau tells me there are whole areas cleared up. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Alfred Ainger There is a pathetic note of congratulation from her to the newly-married pair, in which she tells them of this with characteristic simplicity. Charles Lamb by Alfred Ainger [1882]

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

George Meredith I see this in your handwriting!—your approval of it! I have to check the whisper that tells me it reads like a conspiracy. The Adventures of Harry Richmond by George Meredith [1871]

William Makepeace Thackeray Mr. Dickens, in his American book, tells of the prisoners at the silent prison, how they had ornamented their rooms, some of them with a frightful prettiness and elaboration. Mens Wives by William Makepeace Thackeray [1843]

But you lift your eyebrows a quarter of a yard when poor Sir Harry Towers tells a stupid story, and stare the poor fellow out of countenance with your lazy insolence. Lady Audley’s Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1862]