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` Oh , then , just get the breakfast ready , ' rejoined Jog , adding , ` he 'll be -LRB- wheezing -RRB- away as soon as he gets it , I -LRB- puff -RRB- expect . ' ` Will he ? ' said Mr. Sponge to himself , as , with throbbing head , he lay tumbling about in bed , alleviating the recollections of the previous day 's debauch with an occasional dive into his old friend _ Mogg _ . Corporeally , he was in bed at Puddingpote Bower , but mentally , he was at the door of the Goose and Gridiron , in St. Paul 's Churchyard , waiting for the three o'clock bus , coming from the Bank to take him to Isleworth Gate . Jog 's bellow to ` Bartholo -- _ m -- e -- w _ ' interrupted the journey , just as in imagination Mr. Sponge was putting his foot on the wheel and hallooing to the driver to hand him the strap to help him on to the box . ` Will he ? ' said Mr. Sponge to himself , as he heard Jog 's reiterated assertion that he would be wheezing away that day .