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A Dash from Diamond CityTick, tap, taptap, tickertickertappertapper; tickteck, tackertap went a typewriting machine, and scratchscratch went two pens, in one of the minor offices connected with that vast wealth-producing industry known as the De Beers Diamond-Mines, where, seated at desk and table, three...

The first practical and accessible guide to the art of punctuation for creative writers. Punctuation reveals the writer: haphazard commas, for example, reveal haphazard thinking; clear, lucid breaks reveal clear, lucid thinking. Punctuation can be used to teach the writer how to think and...

A Daughter of Eve In one of the finest houses of the rue Neuve-des-Mathurins, at half-past eleven at night, two young women were sitting before the fireplace of a boudoir hung with blue velvet of that tender shade, with shimmering reflections, which French industry...

I m the eldest daughter of Romeo and Juliet. Yes, that Romeo and Juliet. No, they didn t die in the tomb. They re alive and well and living in fair Verona with their six wildly impetuous children and me, their nineteen-year-old daughter Rosaline...

I'm the eldest daughter of Romeo and Juliet. Yes, that Romeo and Juliet. No, they didn't die in the tomb. They're alive and well and living in fair Verona with their six wildly impetuous children and me, their nineteen-year-old daughter Rosaline... Knives Out meets...

A Daughter of Fife On the shore of a little land-locked haven, into which the gulls and terns bring tidings of the sea, stands the fishing hamlet of Pittenloch. It is in the East Neuk o Fife, that bit of old Scotland fronted with...

A Daughter of JapanScene.A room in a Japanese house. It is tastefully furnished in a half-English, half-native style. A round table for meals. A sideboard with a tantalus. A piano, and one or two long bamboo chairs. A well-filled book-case. A verandah can be...

A daughter of JehuThe June sun, lighting up the yard of the big white house, lights up a pretty scene. To begin with, the yard is pretty in itself, with its stretch of emerald lawn, its trim gravel sweep, its linden tree, in which...

A Daughter of Raasay: A Tale of the '45When this romance touches history the author believes that it is, in every respect, with one possible exception, in accord with the accepted facts. In detailing the history of the 45 and the sufferings of the...

A Daughter of the Dons: A Story of New Mexico TodayThe alert black eyes of the young New Mexican wandered discontentedly over the raw ugliness of the camp. Towns straggled here and there untidily at haphazard, mushroom growths of a day born of a...

A Daughter of the ForestMother Angeliques anxious call rang out over the water, once, twice, many times. But, though she shaded her brows with her hands and strained her keen ears to listen, there was no one visible and no response came back to...

A Daughter of the Land Kate Bates followed the narrow footpath rounding the corner of the small country church, as the old minister raised his voice slowly and impressively to repeat the command he had selected for his text. Fearing that her head would...

A Daughter of the Middle BorderThis book in this edition won the 1922 Pulitzer Prize for Literature in the Biography or Autobiography category. As such, every attempt has been made to reproduce it exactly as it was printed and as it won the award....

A Daughter of the MorningI found this paper on the cellar shelf. It come around the boys' new overalls. When I was cutting it up in sheets with the butcher knife on the kitchen table, Ma come in, and she says: I went on...

A Daughter of the Rich"Shut up," growled March from the attic over the kitchen. "Good-night, mother." His growl ended in a squeak, for March was at that interesting period of his life indicated by a change of voice. At the sound, a prolonged snicker...

A Daughter of the Sioux: A Tale of the Indian frontierThe major commanding looked up from the morning report and surveyed the post adjutant with something of perturbation, if not annoyance, in his grim, gray eyes. For the fourth time that week had Lieutenant...

A Daughter of the Snows"I understand," she interrupted, "and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable. And I am sorry for the trouble I am giving you, butbut" She turned quickly and pointed to the shore. "Do you see that big log-house?...

A Daughter of the UnionThere isnt much that girls can do anyway, spoke another. If we were boys we could go to the war, or, if we were women we could be nurses. I dont like being just a girl! Well, I wouldnt mind...

A Daughter of the VineTwo horses were laboriously pulling a carriage through the dense thickets and over the sandhills which in the early Sixties still made an ugly breach between San Francisco and its Presidio. The difficulties of the course were not abridged by...

A Daughter of To-DayMiss Kimpsey dropped into an arm-chair in Mrs. Leslie Bell's drawing-room and crossed her small dusty feet before her while she waited for Mrs. Leslie Bell. Sitting there, thinking a little of how tired she was and a great deal of...