I cannot tell a lie

They were going to tell their story, consequences be damned.

And to tell the truth, she couldn't help wishing he could see, so he could make the game livelier.

Ages back—let musty geologists tell us how long ago—'twas a lake, larger than the Lake of Geneva.

Each day she resolved, "To-morrow I will tell Felipe;" and when to-morrow came, she put it off again.

He wanted to tell her that if she called her father, it would mean the end of everything for them, but he withheld this.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.