'And never, I hope, to part with her more, said Waverley. 'I trust in God not, unless it be to win the means of supporting her; for my things are but in a bruckle state; but what signifies warld's gear?

As far as that chief Christian is concerned I might as well have stayed at home and seed nothing, like all the rest of ye here. Though, as far as myself is concerned, a dashing spirit has counted for sommat, to be sure!" "Don't ye let me down so, Father; I feel no bigger than a ninepin after it. I've made but a bruckle hit, I'm afeard." "Come, come.

'And never, I hope, to part with her more, said Waverley. 'I trust in God not, unless it be to win the means of supporting her; for my things are but in a bruckle state; but what signifies warld's gear?

Balfour of Shaws, that you would marry James More's daughter, and him hanged! Well, then, where there's no possible marriage there shall be no manner of carryings on, and take that for said. Lasses are bruckle things," she added, with a nod; "and though ye would never think it by my wrunkled chafts, I was a lassie mysel', and a bonny one."

Balfour of Shaws, that you would marry James More's daughter, and him hanged? Well, then, where there's no possible marriage there shall be no manner of carryings on, and take that for said. Lasses are bruckle things," she added, with a nod; "and though ye would never think it by my wrunkled chafts, I was a lassie mysel', and a bonny one."

"Faith, it wasn't worth your while on our account, for as Maister Billy Wills says, we be bruckle folk here the best o' us hardly honest sometimes, what with hard winters, and so many mouths to fill, and Goda'mighty sending his little taties so terrible small to fill 'em with. We don't think about flowers and fair faces, not we except in the shape o' cauliflowers and pigs' chaps."

'We be bruckle folk here the best o' us hardly honest sometimes, what with hard winters, and so many mouths to fill, and God-a'mighty sending his little taties so terrible small to fill 'em with. We don't think about flowers and fair faces, not we except in the shape of cauliflowers and pigs' chaps.

'And never, I hope, to part with her more, said Waverley. 'I trust in God, not, unless it be to win the means of supporting her; for my things are but in a bruckle state; but what signifies warld's gear?

He groaned to the young man in a whisper, "This is a bruckle het, maister, I'm much afeared! Who'd ha' thought they'd ha' come so soon?" The bitter placidity of Winterborne's look adumbrated the misgivings he did not care to express. "Have you got the celery ready?" he asked, quickly. "Now that's a thing I never could mind; no, not if you'd paid me in silver and gold.

Warborne Grammar School that's where 'twas 'a went to. His father, the reverent Pa'son St. Cleeve, made a terrible bruckle hit in 's marrying, in the sight of the high. He were the curate here, my lady, for a length o' time. 'Oh, curate, said Lady Constantine. 'It was before I knew the village. 'Ay, long and merry ago!