latitudes, if the truth be told, but at some time in the history of revolution, some long dead genius had coined them, and newly fashioned in the furnace of his soul they had shaped men's minds and directed their great and dreadful deeds.
So the Woman of Gratz arrived, and they talked about her and circulated her speeches in every language. And she grew. The hollow face of this lank girl filled, and the flat bosom rounded and there came softer lines and curves to her angular figure, and, almost before they realized the fact, she was beautiful.
So her fame had grown until her father died and she went to Russia. Then came a series of outrages which may be categorically and briefly set forth:--
1: General Maloff shot dead by an unknown woman in his private room at the Police Bureau, Moscow.
2: Prince Hazallarkoff shot dead by an unknown woman in the streets of Petrograd.
3: Colonel Kaverdavskov killed by a bomb thrown by a woman who made her escape.
And the Woman of Grat
This second book of Wallace's "Four Just Men" series recounts the vigilante Four's efforts against the Red Hundred, a curiously well-governed group of anarchists led by the beautiful but bizarrely fickle Woman of Gratz.
It's pretty heavy going, with all kinds of confusing tangents that don't advance the plot and only sort of come together in the end.
The proofreading of this release could be better, too.