My uncle has a very beautiful umbrella. He's had it for years. He is very careful with it, so it still looks as good as new. He shook his head "Then how did you get it?" I asked. "Well," he answered, "there's a strange but true story about the umbrella. About ten years ago, I was walking along a quiet London street one evening when it suddenly rained. I had no raincoat or umbrella. And the people in the streets were fewer and fewer. As I was on my way to a party, I was afraid to get wet. So I stood in a doorway and waited for the rain to stop. What was worse, there even wasn't a person around, and still it rained and rained. At last a young man came to the place where l was standing. As I hoped he would allow me to walk to the next corner with him, where I could get a taxi, I stepped out of the dark doorway where I had been standing. As I suddenly appeared before him, the young man was so shocked that he dropped the umbrella. He ran away and disappeared into the darkness, I picked up the umbrella and continued my walk. I knew it would be hard in this big city to find the owner, so I've kept it ever since."
| A. Gradually, it grew quite dark. B. He held a large umbrella over his head. C.I asked him where he was going with that umbrella. D. No buses ran through the street and there were no taxis. E.I asked my uncle whether he bought it or someone sent him as a gift. |
