IN TRANSIT
The eighth chapter is exceedingly
brief, and relates that Gibbons, the amateur naturalist
of the district, while lying out on the spacious open
downs without a soul within a couple of miles of him,
as he thought, and almost dozing, heard close to him
the sound as of a man coughing, sneezing, and then
swearing savagely to himself; and looking, beheld
nothing. Yet the voice was indisputable.
It continued to swear with that breadth and variety
that distinguishes the swearing of a cultivated man.
It grew to a climax, diminished again, and died away
in the distance, going as it seemed to him in the
direction of Adderdean. It lifted to a spasmodic
sneeze and ended. Gibbons had heard nothing of
the morning’s occurrences, but the phenomenon
was so striking and disturbing that his philosophical
tranquillity vanished; he got up hastily, and hurried
down the steepness of the hill towards the village,
as fast as he could go.
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