Her closest confidante, though, was her Negro seamstress, Elizabeth Keckley. A poised, handsome woman in her thirties, “Lizzie” had suffered a great deal in her life, and yet she wasn’t bitter. On the contrary, she was one of the most dignified and compassionate women Mary had ever known. Born a slave in Virginia, Lizzie had spent more than twenty-five years in bondage and could speak with firsthand authority about life under the lash. She’d seen Negroes beaten and families broken up, had seen a boy sold away from his mother so that the master could pay for some hogs. By the time she was
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