But I'm afraid for you.

You're close to eternity, Duff, and I'd like to see you go to your death with a calm, hopeful, decent mind.

I'd like to see you go with a hope of a better life hereafter." "Don't give me any of your canting talk, Reade," snarled the gambler weakly.
"I'm not going to do so," sighed Tom, rising.

"I'm afraid it would be useless.

Try to remember, Duff, that I allow myself to have no hard feelings against you.