Mind it is the last.

The second time; and the only difference between then and now is that you were bare-footed then and have boots now.

In fourteen years.
With all your smartness! A poor result that.

A very poor result." He stood for awhile on the lowest platform of the steps, the light of the lamp falling on the upturned face of the stroke oar, who held the gunwale of the boat close alongside, ready for the captain to step in.
"You see," he went on, argumentatively, fumbling about the top of the lamp, "you got yourself so crooked amongst those 'longshore quill-drivers that you could not run clear in any way.

That's what comes of such talk as yours, and of such a life.