I shall send you some birds of my own shooting.' 'You shoot!' exclaimed Lady Maulevrier, amazed.
'Shoot! I should think I do.

What else is there to amuse one in Scotland, after the salmon fishing is over?
I have never missed a season for the last thirty years, unless we have been abroad.' 'Please, don't innoculate Lesbia with your love of sport.' 'What! you wouldn't like her to shoot?
Well, perhaps you are right.

It is hardly the thing for a pretty girl with her fortune to make.

It spoils the delicacy of the skin.

But I'm afraid she'll find Kirkbank dull if she doesn't go out with the guns.