"I don't know," he said as he looked at me, "what it is that sets me off again--but--bosh! What's my head running against!" He passed one of his heavy hands over his crisp dark hair as if to sweep the broken thoughts out of his mind and sat a little forward, with one arm akimbo and the other resting on his leg, looking in a brown study at the ground.

"I don't know," he said as he looked at me, "what it is that sets me off again - but - bosh!" He passed one of his heavy hands over his crisp dark hair as if to sweep the broken thoughts out of his mind.
