If it's like our harvest festival, the things keep dropping in all day." Marcella's eyes were still on the ground.
"I thought you were on your way to shoot, Mr.Raeburn ?" "So I was, but there is no hurry; if I can be useful.

Both the birds and the keeper can wait." "Where are you going ?" "To some outlying fields of ours on the Windmill Hill.

There is a tenant there who wants to see me.

He is a prosy person with a host of grievances.

I took my gun as a possible means of escape from him." "Windmill Hill?
I know the name.