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chosen her for just this reason; in other
ways they were such an unlikely pair.
They met when he was twenty.
Franklin was her distant cousin, a
sheltered Harvard senior from an
upper-crust family. Eleanor was only
nineteen, also from a moneyed clan,
but she had chosen to immerse herself
in the sufferings of the poor, despite
her family’s disapproval. As a volunteer
at a settlement house on Manhattan’s
impoverished Lower East Side, she had
met children who were forced to sew
artificial flowers in windowless factories
to the point of exhaustion. She took
Franklin with her one day. He couldn’t
believe that human beings lived in such
miserable conditions—or that a young
woman of his own class had been the
one to open his eyes to this side of
America. He promptly fell in love with
her.
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