God was very good, and would watch over him.

She would pray for him, too, and in a few years he would come back quite rich and happy.
The lad listened sulkily to her and made no answer.

He was heart-sick at leaving home.
Yet it was not this alone that made him gloomy and morose.
Inexperienced though he was, he had still a strong sense of the danger of Sibyl's position.

This young dandy who was making love to her could mean her no good.

He was a gentleman, and he hated him for that, hated him through some curious race-instinct for which he could not account, and which for that reason was all the more dominant within him.