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My uncle has a very beautiful umbrella．He has had it 1 and he is very careful with it．It still looks as good as new．“That umbrella must have 2 you a great deal of money, Uncle,”I said to him one day．“No,”he replied,“ 3 ．”“Was it a present?”I asked again．“No,”said he．“Then how did you get it?”I asked．
“Well,”he answered,“it is a strange true story．About ten years ago I was walking along a quiet London street one evening 4 it suddenly rained．I had no 5 and no umbrella．No buses 6 that street and there were no taxis in sight．As I was on my way to a party I didn’t want to get 7 ．So I stood in a doorway and waited for the rain to stop．By and by it grew quite 8 , there wasn’t a person around, and still it rained and rained． 9 a young man came to the place where I was standing, 10 a large umbrella over his head．As I hoped he would 11 me to walk to the next corner with him, 12 I could have got a taxi, I stepped 13 the dark doorway where I had been standing, and said,‘ 14 , where are you going with that umbrella?’
15 by my sudden appearance, the young man 16 the umbrella which I am afraid, he had just stolen, ran away, and 17 into the darkness．I picked up the umbrella and 18 my walk．I knew it would be 19 in this big city to try and discover the owner and so I’ve kept it 20 ．”
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