Life has been a wee bit too long.
"And now, son dear, I want to tell you.

You've been closer to me than my own sons, and you've been the dear lad.

And there's not one man in all China can say you did a harsh or an unjust thing; but, my dear son, 'tis just the way of people; there's a power of hard feeling against you in this land, you being a stranger and having stood so high.
"So when I'm dead, dear son, there's many would do you an injury, and treat you badly; aye, in our family itself, though they smile on you now.

Let you be going now, Marco.

I'll miss you to close my eyes for me, but my heart will be lighter.