You would have had to tell me about an entire family you'd been hiding.
He didn't tell her about the money because it would lead to questions - both about the money and the fact that he had been hiding it from her.
She might as well tell the entire thing.
He's a lot like his father - in a LOT of ways, but don't tell him that.
But then, if Tessa didn't marry him, why didn't Dulce tell him about the baby?
That's why I didn't tell you.
The idea of talking to her again was unsettling enough, but to tell her something like this?
Tell me they're going to be back.
At least tell Len where you're going, or Howard.
Why did you tell Howard about the books?
It might be a good idea to tell Len or Howard about it.
Why didn't you tell me?
"Nothing is more dangerous than being without food," declared the horse, with a sniff at the rebuke of his young master; "and just at present no one can tell whether there are any oats in this queer country or not.
Tell me, intruder, was it you who caused the Rain of Stones?
"My sorcery does tell the truth!" declared the thorn-covered man.
"And mama can't tell whether my face is dirty or not!" added the other childish voice, gleefully.
"But tell me," said Dorothy, "how did such a brave Champion happen to let the bears eat him?
It is a sad story, but if you will try to restrain your tears I will tell you about it.
Then he tried to tell what it was like, what it was good for, and what was done with it.
"Wait, and I will tell you," said the caliph; and he smiled again.
Boys, what did I tell you?
"None but a coward will tell a falsehood," said the father of young Otanes. [Footnote: Otanes (_pro._ o ta'n ez).]
Then there will be no one to tell tales.
"We cannot tell," they answered.
But sometimes it is hard to tell them apart when we don't have an offline frame of reference.
I can't tell you which clips will be watched in a century, but I'm certain that some will be.
I tell this story to make a comparison between modern times and the past.
But even if I had a robot that knew everything, I couldn't really say, "Tell me every custom they have here" and be fully informed.
These tell us something about ourselves we didn't know before.
I can generally tell you someone's beliefs on nutrition if you tell me what they think of green energy, yoga, SUVs, George W. Bush, alternative medicine, holistic healing, and vaccines, none of which have anything to do with food.
I could not tell Martha Washington when I wanted to go egg-hunting, but I would double my hands and put them on the ground, which meant something round in the grass, and Martha always understood.
Before the end of the first year I read "Wilhelm Tell" with the greatest delight.
If I have since learned differently, I am not going to tell anybody.
I cannot tell exactly when I began Lamb's "Tales from Shakespeare"; but I know that I read them at first with a child's understanding and a child's wonder.
In the same manner I can also tell when I am pulling against the current.
I often tell them stories or teach them a game, and the winged hours depart and leave us good and happy.
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and never paint "No Admittance" on my gate.
Could you, in such a case, tell surely of any company of civilized men which belonged to the most respected class?
I could never tell from inspecting such a load whether it belonged to a so-called rich man or a poor one; the owner always seemed poverty-stricken.
Now, to speak the truth, I had but ten cents in the world, and it surpassed my arithmetic to tell, if I was that man who had ten cents, or who had a farm, or ten dollars, or all together.
Our life is like a German Confederacy, made up of petty states, with its boundary forever fluctuating, so that even a German cannot tell you how it is bounded at any moment.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
Do tell us all about it, Vicomte," said Anna Pavlovna, with a pleasant feeling that there was something a la Louis XV in the sound of that sentence: "Contez nous cela, Vicomte."
Excuse me, Vicomte--I must tell it in Russian or the point will be lost....
And Prince Hippolyte began to tell his story in such Russian as a Frenchman would speak after spending about a year in Russia.
No, I have not; but this is what I have been thinking and wanted to tell you.
"Ah, that is just what I tell him!" said she.