"I can only give you a small cup," the clerk told me.

She was thinking about what the clerk had told them.

The clerk told investigators that the women and the other people in their party were drinking.

The clerk told my father that the garment couldn't be returned.

Finally the clerk told them to go up to Room 320.

Later, the clerk would always tell him he was right.

That clerk at the hotel told me who they were.

The clerk told her to have a seat and that it would be a wait.

"We'll check at the front desk, see what the clerk can tell us."

The clerk told her she was missing a great opportunity.