Tin Toys, Ch 9

Healy was seated, face buried in his hands. He moaned again and gave a long shudder, seemingly oblivious to anyone else in the room, but as Dr. Kaufmann touched his shoulder he looked up into her face. Another moment and the grief had slid from his features, replaced by a kind of puzzled admiration:
“Gentle maiden—“ he breathed.
“I’m really not.”