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Word: tells (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...occasion demanded, perhaps. She did not withdraw it, but looked at me shyly through the loveliest blue eyes I had ever seen (so I thought then) and was altogether so bewitchingly pretty, that I - quickly stooped and kissed her. She left me suddenly enough, then; but I could not tell whether I had offended her or not. I thought not. You may laugh as much as you choose, young friend, but you would probably have done the same...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A DREAM AND A REALITY. | 12/10/1880 | See Source »

First, I can tell you the names of all the men who have been on the Team, Nine, or Crew, for the last three years, with a running commentary on each one; very valuable information, I assure you, sir, as you would find, if you took a girl out to see a base ball or football match...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A SENIOR'S CONFESSION. | 11/26/1880 | See Source »

...hold on, a thought has just struck me, that what you wanted to know was what I had learned from my books. Oh well, if I were writing to any College fellow I would laugh at him for asking such an absurd question, and tell him that he ought to know that I never studied; that to study was bad form; and as for going to recitations, why, I never go. But as this letter is to you, and is withal a frank confession, I will acknowledge studying a little now and then when I think no one will...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A SENIOR'S CONFESSION. | 11/26/1880 | See Source »

...faults, the other in front, loaded with the faults of others. The letter-box - or, if you please, the lamp-post - wears its wallet but in front. Faults of its own it has none; but when does it fail to bear the burden of others' mistakes? And do not tell me it is but a senseless object. No, take my word, it broods over all these secrets that are trustfully committed to its keeping; it ponders anxiously over the remedy to be applied here, or the check there. It has a soul...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MAIL-BOXES. | 11/26/1880 | See Source »

...Reginald never may tell...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: RETROSPECTION. | 11/26/1880 | See Source »

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