[Angelica placed her head in her hands, sucking in her breath sharply and tangling her own fingers in her hair.

It was becoming exceedingly difficult to hold herself together.]

That word, Sveta, that word...when women were called that word, they were arrested. They were dragged from their homes by armed guards, put on trial and suffered the insults shouted at them, and were sentenced to hang from the neck until dead. Though they rode through the streets of London to Tyburn, they wore their very best gowns - their most expensive, most luxurious gowns - hoping to God that it would please the hangman enough so that perhaps he might allow their friends and family pull on their legs and end their suffering.

That word! All for mention of that word!