1 It was a tale of a time long past, and he was looking at it as though it had never happened to him.
2 The narrator turned, saw a woman near and, not being a common person nor a coarse workman but a clever salesman and a householder, lowered his voice for the rest of the tale.
3 And in this same last or shoe, that old woman of the nursery tale, with the swarming brood, might very comfortably be lodged, she and all her progeny.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 75. The Right Whale's Head—Contrasted View. 4 Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.
5 She left them in heated argument, speculating about the conclusion of the tale which their mother promised to finish the following night.
6 So this grim old women went on with her tale of horrors.
7 Poor Elzbieta was ashamed of herself for having told so woeful a tale, and the other had to beg and plead with her to get her to go on.
8 Marija listened with sympathy; it was easy to believe the tale of his late starvation, for his face showed it all.
9 years previously to the period of the tale, this officer was.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 14 10 Such a direct and palpable contradiction of the tale related by the father caused all eyes to be turned on him.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 27 11 He arose, and told his tale without duplicity or reservation.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 27 12 Rich plumes nodded above his head; wampum, gorgets, bracelets, and medals, adorned his person in profusion; though his dull eye and vacant lineaments too strongly contradicted the idle tale of pride they would convey.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 33 13 But these were events of a time later than that which concerns our tale.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 33 14 They told a tale of woe which was then altogether beyond my feeble comprehension; they were tones loud, long, and deep; they breathed the prayer and complaint of souls boiling over with the bitterest anguish.
15 The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade.