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 away from any of my kin, whose husband is dead and whose only boy was lost in the war? It is hard to find a reason. What has happened to change my life so completely? The answer lies in that silent, hard-working, thoughtful man out there in the fields. I don't know who he is, nor had I to my knowledge ever met him before you brought him to my door. You say his name is Jethro Trent. Well, perhaps it is. Names matter little anyway. For hours I sit and ponder over him and sometimes I almost think, he must be God."