John Caldigate
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Chapter 1 Folking
Chapter 2 Puritan Grange
Chapter 3 Daniel Caldigate
Chapter 4 The Shands
Chapter 5 The Goldfinder
Chapter 6 Mrs. Smith
Chapter 7 The Three Attempts
Chapter 8 Reaching Melbourne
Chapter 9 Nobble
Chapter 10 Polyeuka Hall
Chapter 11 Ahalala
Chapter 12 Mademoiselle Cettini
Chapter 13 Coming Back
Chapter 14 Again at Home
Chapter 15 Again At Pollington
Chapter 16 Again at Babington
Chapter 17 Again at Puritan Grange
Chapter 18 Robert Bolton
Chapter 19 Men Are So Wicked
Chapter 20 Hester's Courage
Chapter 21 The Wedding
Chapter 22 As To Touching Pitch
Chapter 23 The New Heir
Chapter 24 News from the Gold Mines
Chapter 25 The Baby's Sponsors
Chapter 26 A Stranger in Cambridge
Chapter 27 The Christening
Chapter 28 Tom Crinkett at Folking
Chapter 29 'Just by Telling Me that I Am'
Chapter 30 The Conclave at Puritan Grange
Chapter 31 Hester Is Lured Back
Chapter 32 The Babington Wedding
Chapter 33 Persuasion
Chapter 34 Violence
Chapter 35 In Prison
Chapter 36 The Escape
Chapter 37 Again at Folking
Chapter 38 Bollum
Chapter 39 Restitution
Chapter 40 Waiting For The Trial
Chapter 41 The First Day
Chapter 42 The Second Day
Chapter 43 The Last Day
Chapter 44 After the Verdict
Chapter 45 The Boltons Are Much Troubled
Chapter 46 Burning Words
Chapter 47 Curlydown and Bagwax
Chapter 48 Sir John Joram's Chambers
Chapter 49 All the Shands
Chapter 50 Again at Sir John's Chambers
Chapter 51 Dick Shand Goes To Cambridgeshire
Chapter 52 The Fortunes of Bagwax
Chapter 53 Sir John Backs His Opinion
Chapter 54 Judge Bramber
Chapter 55 How the Conspirators Throve
Chapter 56 The Boltons Are Very Firm
Chapter 57 Squire Caldigate at the Home Office
Chapter 58 Mr. Smirkie Is Ill-used
Chapter 59 How The Big-Wigs Doubted
Chapter 60 How Mrs. Bolton Was Nearly Conquered
Chapter 61 The News Reaches Cambridge
Chapter 62 John Caldigate's Return
Chapter 63 How Mrs. Bolton Was Quite Conquered
Chapter 64 Conclusion
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Chapter 12 Mademoiselle Cettini

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