Chapter 8: 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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