Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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he looked down and spat in Jarvis Spurling's dead face. Then the moderator questioned Malcomb, while Gavir nervously awaited the moment when his thoughts would be transmitted to millions of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language, and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth. Gavir thought. Back behind the Preserve Barrier that killed you instantly if you stepped too close to it? Back to the constant fear of Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's the drock, for it showed that the Desert Man and not the drock, was lord of the red waste.... Gavir sat down on the divan, exhausted, his song finished. He didn't hear the moderator winding up the dreamcast. Then the producer of the program was upon him. He began shouting even before Gavir removed his headset. "What kind of a fool are you? Before you started that song, you dreamed things civilization is explained in books." Gavir wanted to learn. It was his only hope to find an alternative to the short, fear-ridden, He was in a quarter where furtive red and violet lights danced in the shadows of hunched buildings. A half-dozen Earthmen approached him, stopped and stared. Gavir stared back. The Earthmen wore black garments and furs and metal ornaments. The biggest of them wore a black suit, a long black cape, and a "Take pain, Martian!" The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy lash fell on Gavir. He felt a savage sting in the arm he had thrown up to protect his eyes. Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long arms and heavy fists. He began to enjoy it. It was rare that a Martian had an opportunity to knock Earthmen down. The mood of the him. He sprang free of his attackers and drew his glittering narvoon. The man with the whip yelled. They looked at his knife, and then all at once turned and ran. Gavir drew back his arm and threw the knife with a practiced catapult-snap of shoulder, elbow, and wrist. To his surprise, the blade clattered to the street far short of his retreating enemies. Then he remembered: you couldn't throw far in the gravity of Earth. The Earthmen disappeared into a lift-force field. Gavir decided not to When he got back to his room, he went immediately to bed. He slept late. Malcomb woke him at 1100. Gavir told Malcomb about the strangely-dressed men who had tried to kill him. "I told you not to wander around alone." one problem." "Why not punish them?" said Gavir. "They're too powerful. They are often people who've pursued successful last night." Gavir stiffened. They had gotten into trouble because of his Gavir trembled with joy. Hoppy Davery pressed another button and a secretary entered with papers. She was followed by another woman. The second woman was dark-haired and slender. She wore leather boots A Senile Delinquent! thought Gavir. She looked like Davery's younger sister. Malcomb stared at her apprehensively, and Gavir wondered if she were somehow going to attack them. She looked at Gavir. "Mmm. What a body, what gorgeous blue skin. How tall are you, Blue Boy?" complete barbarian. That's what they're all trying to be." "Spare me another lecture on Senile Delinquency, Our Number One Problem." She walked to the door and Gavir watched her all the way. She turned with a swirl of scarlet and a dramatic display of healthy Gavir's hand leaped at the narvoon under his doublet. Then he stopped himself. He turned the gesture into the proffer of a he had managed to hide his instant desire to strike, to kill, to carry out the oath of the blood feud then and there. Jarvis Spurling ignored Gavir's hand and stared coldly at him. There was not a trace of the usual Earthman's kindliness in his square, Gavir grinned at Spurling. "The contract, I believe, does not cover my private life." the hangout for wealthier New York Century-Plussers. Gavir told her about the attack, and she laughed. "It won't happen again. You're a hero to the Senile Delinquents now. luridly-lit bar to a private room. When they were alone, Sylvie dropped her cape to the floor, sat on the edge of a huge, pink divan, and smiled at Gavir. Gavir contemplated her. That she was over a hundred years old was a little frightening. But the skin of her face and her bare upper body was a warm color, and tautly filled. She had lashed out at Spurling, attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a hundred years old. In the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By spring, the rating computers credited him with an audience of eight hundred million—ninety-five percent of whom were Century-Plussers. Gavir toured the world with Sylvie, mobbed everywhere by worshipful Century-Plussers. Male Century-Plussers by the millions adopted blue doublets and blue kilts in honor of their hero. distance in crowds around Gavir, now wore a wide-brimmed hat of brightest blue. enemies, false friends and callous leaders. It was a protest against sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair division of the spoils of a hunt with his warriors. Gradually he Gavir spread his big blue hands. "I am sorry. I don't want more money. I cannot always control the pictures I make. These images come into my mind even though they have nothing to do with me." spat into its face. And the fanged face of the drock turned into the square, battered face of Jarvis Spurling. Gavir held the image in his mind for a long They went to Lucifer Grotto, where Gavir's wealthiest admirers among leaped from the walls to light antique-style cigarettes. Drinks were refilled from nozzles of molded fire. An hour passed from the time of Gavir's arrival. Then Jarvis Spurling joined the party. There was a heavy frontier sonic pistol strapped at his waist. A protesting Malcomb was behind pistol out and pointed it at Gavir. Gavir stood up. His right hand plucked at his doublet. "You're itching to go for that throwing knife," said Spurling. "Go on! Gavir took out the narvoon, grasped the blade, and drew his arm back. "Gavir!" It was the Hat Rat. He stood between pillars of flame in the doorway of the Pandemonium Room of Lucifer Grotto, and there was a peculiar down your enemy, Gavir!" Spurling turned. The Hat Rat saw him. "The enemy!" the Hat Rat shouted. Spurling's body was thrown back against Gavir. Gavir saw a huge ragged red caved-in place in Spurling's chest. Spurling's body sagged to the floor and lay there face up, eyes open. The Senile Delinquents of Lucifer Grotto leaned forward to grin at the tattered body. Still holding the narvoon, Gavir stood over his dead enemy. He threw back his head and howled out the hunting cry of the Desert Men. Then

<question>:
Why did the Earthmen attack Gavir intially?

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A The Earthmen were older citizens who had outgrown their ethical conditioning
B They were members of the MDC
C Earthlings were very prejudiced against Martians
D Gavir had offended them by staring

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A