My uncle has a very beautiful umbrella. He has had it for years. As 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 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 street 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 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 I was standing. I stepped(跨步) out of the dark doorway where I had been standing, hoping that he would allow me to walk to the next corner with him, where I could get a taxi. As I suddenly(突然) appeared before him, the young man was so shocked(震惊的) 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. It was a gift from his best friend.
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.
F. He held a large umbrella over his head.
