Flora Annie Webster Steel: 11 books

Flora Annie Steel (1847 – 1929) was an English writer who was noted for writing books set in British India relating all features of Indian society. “Lazy Jack” is a short story by Flora Annie Steel, in which the main character is a usual young boy living with his mother in a common. The distinguishing...

Flora Annie Steel (1847 – 1929) was an English writer who was noted for writing books set in British India relating all features of Indian society. “Titty mouse and Tatty mouse” is a short story by Flora Annie Steel in which a serious of unfortunate events lead to the total collapse. Little...

Flora Annie Steel (1847 – 1929) was an English writer who was noted for writing books set in British India relating all features of Indian society. “How Jack went out to seek his fortune” by Flora Annie Steel will retell the reader about a boy named Jack that one morning decided to seek his...

Flora Annie Steel (1847 – 1929) was an English writer who was noted for writing books set in British India relating all features of Indian society. “The Well of the World's End” is a kind short story by Flora Annie Steel about a young girl who was always abused by her stepmother. In order to...

It is sunset. Over the limitless plain, vast and unbroken as the heaven above, the hot cloudless sky cools slowly into shadow. The men leave their labour amid the fields, which, like an oasis in the desert, surround the mud-built village, and, plough on shoulder, drive their bullocks homewards. The...

A word of explanation is needed for this book, which, in attempting to be at once a story and a history, probably fails in either aim. That, however, is for the reader to say. As the writer, I have only to point out where my history ends, my story begins, and clear the way for criticism. Briefly, then,...

     "Another mouth to feed, Shumshu!" jeered a fellow butcher, as he literally flung the bird at a neighbor's head. "Rather he than I," laughed the recipient, continuing the fling. "Ari! Shumshu, take thy baby. Well caught, brother! but what will thy house say?"   ...

Love took up the Harp of Life and .... smote the Chord of Self. "Am I really like yon?" A small brown hand pointed peremptorily to a finished drawing on a sketcher's easel hard by, and a pair of blue eyes frowned somewhat imperiously at a young man, who, with one knee on the ground, was busily searching...

NEW YORK; GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY, 1914. "God movesn--a--mystere'ras way Iswon--derstuper--form." Craddock was polishing the brass of his safety valve and singing the while at high pressure between set teeth: his choice of a ditty determined by one of his transitory lapses into conventional righteousness....

An Indian railway station in the first freshness of an autumn dawn, with a clear decision of light and shade, unknown to northern latitudes, lending a fictitious picturesqueness to the low-arched buildings festooned with purple creepers. There was a crispness in the air which seemed to belie the possibility...

The coincident exclamations and their sequent apology were separated by a crash, followed by a pause, during which the two cyclists who had collided picked themselves out of the dust unhurt and looked quickly at their machines; finally turning to each other with a smiling bienveillance born of relief--for...