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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THE GIRL IN HIS MIND By ROBERT F. YOUNG shadows at the back of the room. "Is she free?" he asked. "I do not know, mensakin. Perhaps." Blake resumed watching. The girl's movements were a delicate blend of love and lust. Her face accompanied her body, eyes half-lidded one moment to match the languid motion of her limbs, wide and feral the He beckoned to her when the dance was over and, after slipping into a white thigh-length tunic, she joined him at his table. She ordered on the outside, and gave a false impression of poverty. He expected to find the usual hanger-on waiting in the anteroom, and looked forward to booting him out into the alley. Instead he found a young girl— A human girl. He paused in the doorway. The girl was sitting cross-legged on a small think of the copper-colored sunrises of Norma 9 and her eyes reminded him of the blue tarns of Fornax 6. "Come in," she said. After closing the door, he sat down opposite her on the guest mat. Behind her, a gaudy arras hid the hut's other room. "You are here to "Eldoria will be arriving soon. I must go and prepare her dais." She got up, parted the arras, and slipped into the next room. Shame flamed in Blake's cheeks, and for a moment he considered leaving then he remembered Eldoria's dance, and he went right on sitting where he was. Presently the girl returned, and not long afterward the cloying scent of native incense crept beneath the arras and permeated the anteroom. She sat sideways on the mat this time, and he caught her face in of the neck. He shifted uncomfortably on the guest mat. She had taken again, and silence was pounding silent fists upon the walls. He was relieved when Eldoria finally arrived. She ushered him into the next room immediately. It was slightly larger than the anteroom, and took up nearly half the floor space. It was strewn with scarlet cushions. Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her skin to the arras. The incense thickened around him. She noticed the back-and-forth movement of his eyes. "You need not fear the little one," she said, laying her hand upon his knee. "She will not enter." "It's not that so much," Blake said. He rose up once in the night, thinking to find his hotel bed. His next awakening was in the grayness of dawn, and he got up and dressed and moved silently to the doorway. The girl slept just without the arras on a thin sleeping-mat, and he had to step over her to gain the anteroom. In sleep, a strand of her copper-colored hair had tumbled down across her forehead and lay like a lovely flower upon the virginal whiteness of her skin. There was something saintly about her quiet face. When he reached the alley he began to run, and he did not stop running image extended for no more than half a mile, but Blake was annoyed had, for twelve years as a psycheye had taught Blake all the tricks. Probably she had taken it for granted that the mere act of hiding out in her tracker's mind was in itself a sufficient guarantee of her safety. After all, she had no way of knowing that he had discovered her incongruous, so Blake was not surprised when the Deneb 1 wasteland gave where Blake had lived at a much later date. In reality, the places were Sabrina's footsteps led up to the front door, and the door itself was ajar. Perhaps she was still inside. Perhaps she was watching him even now through one of the remembered windows. He scanned them with a professional eye, but saw no sign of her. Warily he stepped inside, adjusting the temperature of his all-weather Blake. At Blake's entry he went right on smoking and watching as though that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was crash several years ago—and for a long while Blake did not move. behind her and touch her shoulder and say, "What's for supper, mom?" but he knew it would do no good. For her he had no reality, not only because he was far in her future, but because in his mind-world she was in real life. Nevertheless a feeling of uneasiness accompanied him when he left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to the second floor. He went through each room systematically, but saw no sign of Sabrina York. He lingered for some time in his own room, wistfully watching his fifteen-year-old self lolling on the bed with a dog-eared copy of close enough for him to be able to see that two of them were wearing dresses and that the third had on a blue skirt and blouse, and a kepi to match. He gasped. It simply hadn't occurred to him that his pursuers might be women. To his consternation he discovered that he was even more loath to go back and accost them than he had been before. He actually had an impulse to flee. He controlled it and descended the stairs with exaggerated slowness, leaving the house by way of the back door. He picked up Sabrina's trail led straight across the artificially stunted grass toward the little bench where he and Deirdre Eldoria had come to talk after the ceremony was over. He had no choice. paused by the trunk. Despite himself Blake paused there too. Pain She stood up. "You won't come—I know you won't." She stamped her foot. "And you won't come to the prom either. I know that too. I knew it all Blake Past stood up too. "No, not yet. I'll walk back to the sorority house with you." She tossed her head, but the sadness in her tarn-blue eyes belied her All that existed for Blake Present were the diminishing figures of the His first reaction when he faced them was amazement. His next reaction was shock. His third was fear. His amazement resulted from recognition. One of the three women arrayed His fear resulted from the realization that his mind-world contained phenomena it had no right to contain—not if he was nearly as well-adjusted as he considered himself to be. The three women standing Blake stared at them open-mouthed. Then he turned and fled. So far as he knew, the present case represented the first time a criminal had ever hidden out in the pursuer's mind. It would have been a superb stratagem indeed if, shortly after her entry, Sabrina York ransacked it before moving into a co-terminous memory-image. Even this action wouldn't have given her away, however, if the office hadn't constituted a sentimental memory. Whenever Blake accepted a case open drawers, scattered papers and a general air of disarray. He had suspected the truth immediately, and when he had seen the by one of the filing cabinets he had known definitely that his quarry was hiding out in his mind. Retiring to his bachelor quarters, he had entered at the same place-time and set off in pursuit. Her only advantage lost, Sabrina York was now at his mercy. Unless Only two things bothered Blake. The little office was far in his past, and it was unlikely that anyone save the few intimate acquaintances whom he had told about it were aware that it had ever existed. How, then, had a total stranger such as Sabrina York learned enough about it to enable her to use it as a point of entry? The other thing that bothered him was of a much more urgent nature. that Blake was less well-adjusted than he considered himself to be, why Sabrina York must have been attracted to the place, for her footprints showed that she had turned in at the gate, walked up the little path and let herself in the door. They also showed that she had left by the same route, so there was no reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that fascination, and Blake not only lingered but went inside as well.

<question>:
Why did Blake feel awkward in the hut?

<options>:
A He had not been invited.
B The hut demonstrated poverty.
C He was ashamed a young girl knew why he was there.
D He was afraid the girl would go into the room.

<answer>:

C