" Women were far more fragile, and if there was one thing Michael could not bear, it was a woman’s tears. Seeing the telltale rim of moisture pooling at the bottom of a woman’s eyes was all it took to make him helpless. When a woman’s voice wobbled with impending tears, all his extravagant strength and courage collapsed like a withered leaf in a gust of autumn wind. "

― Elizabeth Camden , The Rose of Winslow Street