He was enjoying life , and he was full of ambition and zest . For him there was to be no wasting in despair because a woman was fair and cold . Anne , as she listened to the ceaseless badinage that went on between him and Phil , wondered if she had only imagined that look in his eyes when she had told him she could never care for him . There were not lacking those who would gladly have stepped into Gilbert 's vacant place . But Anne snubbed them without fear and without reproach . If the real Prince Charming was never to come she would have none of a substitute . So she sternly told herself that gray day in the windy park . Suddenly the rain of Aunt Jamesina 's prophecy came with a swish and rush . Anne put up her umbrella and hurried down the slope . As she turned out on the harbor road a savage gust of wind tore along it . Instantly her umbrella turned wrong side out . Anne clutched at it in despair . 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 XXXXX rain so heavily very long . ''
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