He swears that not a penny of his money shall come to me.

What matter?
I shall do without it very well.

Good-bye, Bawn." "God-speed," I said, altering the word of farewell.
He turned round and came back to me.
"Nay, not God-speed," he said harshly.

"God has little to do with such as I am." And then he was gone..