She had about her a certain fineness, the shadow of an unconscious moral heroism that would willingly give all of life to make life broader, deeper, and fuller for her and hers.
From his reflections on the lives of Black people in the rural South, Du Bois describes the quiet strength and selflessness of a young woman.
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