Nothing's more British than a copper and a biscuit.

Taking a 15 minute break to reset, recharge and feel better.

But the perfect break needs the perfect biscuit.

And let's be honest, as the original and the best

only a MacVitties one will do.

Time for a biscuit, Britain.

MacVitties' true originals,

by in store for a chance to win a truly original biscuit break.

Chapter 17 Part 1

A week passed, and no news arrived of Mr. Rochester,

ten days, and still he did not come.

Mrs. Fairfax said she would not be surprised if he were to go straight from the leaves to London,

and thence to the continent, and not chose face again at Thornfield for a year to come.

He had not, unfrequently, quitted it in a manner quite as abrupt and unexpected.

When I heard this, I was beating to feel a strange chill and failing at the heart.

I was actually permitting myself to experience a sickening sense of disappointment.

But rallying my wits and recollecting my principles,

I at once called my sensations to order, and it was wonderful how I got over the temporary

wonder, how I cleared up the mistake of supposing Mr. Rochester's movements,

a matter in which I had any cause to take a vital interest.

Not that I humbled myself by a slavish notion of inferiority.

On the contrary, I just said,

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