And then -- there came a voice close to her . `` Pardon me -- may I offer you the shelter of my umbrella ? '' Anne looked up . Tall and handsome and distinguished-looking -- dark , melancholy , inscrutable eyes -- melting , musical , sympathetic voice -- yes , the very hero of her dreams stood before her in the flesh . He could not have more closely resembled her ideal if he had been made to order . `` Thank you , '' she said confusedly . `` We 'd better hurry over to that little pavillion on the point , '' suggested the unknown . `` We can wait there until this shower is over . It is not likely to rain so heavily very long . '' The words were very commonplace , but oh , the tone ! And the smile which accompanied them ! Anne felt her heart beating strangely . Together they scurried to the pavilion and sat breathlessly down under its friendly roof . Anne laughingly held up her false umbrella . `` It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things , '' she said gaily . The raindrops sparkled on her shining hair ; its loosened rings curled around her neck and forehead . Her cheeks were flushed , her eyes big and starry . Her companion looked down at her admiringly . She felt herself blushing under his gaze . Who could he be ?
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