At length, after riding,
and riding, and riding, more with a view of keeping himself awake than in
the expectation of finding his way, just as he was preparing to arouse the
inmates of a cottage by the roadside, a sudden gleam of moonlight fell upon
the building, revealing the half-Swiss, half-Gothic lodge of Puddingpote
Bower.
CHAPTER LIII
PUDDINGPOTE BOWER
We must now back the train a little, and have a look at Jog and Co.
Mr. and Mrs. Jog had had another squabble after Mr. Sponge's departure in
the morning, Mr. Jog reproving Mrs. Jog for the interest she seemed to take
in Mr. Sponge, as shown by her going to the door to see him amble away on
the piebald hack. Mrs. Jog justified herself on the score of Gustavus
James, with whom she was quite sure Mr. Sponge was much struck, and to
whom, she made no doubt, he would leave his ample fortune. Jog, on the
other hand, wheezed and puffed into his frill, and reasserted that Mr.
Sponge was as likely to live as Gustavus James, and to marry and to have a
bushel of children of his own; while Mrs.
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