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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much of one—and also too much of the other! "Sorry, darling," said Erica. She yawned, added, "I've tried—but I just can't believe you're my husband." He felt his own yawn slip off his face. "What do you mean? What am I sat up. "They said you were Dan Merrol at the hospital, but they must bad accident. You've got to expect that I won't be quite the same at first." He sat up. " Look returned his gaze, then swayed toward him. He decided that she was highly attractive—but surely he ought to have known that long ago. look familiar," she said cautiously. "The brown one, I mean." "The brown one?" "Your other eye's green," she told him. "Of course—a replacement. I told you it was a serious accident. They had to use whatever was handy." "I suppose so—but shouldn't they have tried to stick to the original They hadn't—he'd read it on the chart. But he had been alone in the "Your name is Erica." She was wrong again, but it was probably wiser not to tell her how he them a chance. He had awakened in a room and hadn't wanted to be alone. was her face as he looked through the door. Her name hadn't been on the "You may have known someone else with that name. When were we married?" Maybe he should have stayed in the hospital. It would have been easier to convince her there. But he'd been frantic to get home. "It was quite a smashup," he said. "You'll have to expect some lapses." and after making a lot of money wrestling, married six girls, not necessarily in this order—Lucille, Louise, Carolyn, Katherine, Shirley and Miriam." That was quite a few marriages—maybe it was thoughtless of him to have mentioned them. No woman approves her predecessors. "Erica. You're the seventh and best." It was just too many, now that he "I can't ! You don't have the same personality at all." She glanced at her arm. There was a bruise on it. "Did I do that?" he asked. matter how hard I try to believe otherwise. You don't have the same personality—you can't remember anything." "And I have one brown eye and one green." "It's not just that, darling. Go over to the mirror." He had been seriously injured and he was still weak from the shock. He the proportions differed from one side to the other. His knees didn't match. Be-dum, be-dum, be-dumdum, but your knees don't match —the they were patching him up, did they really think he needed black, red and brown hair? He wondered how a beagle felt. What were they, a bunch of humorists? Did they, for comic effect, piece together a body out of bits and scraps left over from a chopping block? It was himself he was looking at, otherwise he'd say the results were neither hideous nor horrible, but merely—well, what? Ludicrous and laughable—and there were complications in that too. Who wants to be He hobbled over to a chair and sat down, staring miserably at Erica as she began dressing. There was quite a contrast between the loveliness of her body and the circus comedy of his own. and all those wives too. Erica came close and leaned comfortingly against him, but he wasn't He wasn't as sure as she seemed to be now. Somehow, maybe he was still Dan Merrol—but he wasn't going to insist on it—not after looking at himself. Not after trying to sort out those damned memories. She was too kind, pretending to be a little attracted to him, to the scrambled face, to the mismatched lumps and limbs and shapes that, stretching the term, currently formed his body. It was clear what he The jacket he had worn last night didn't fit. Erica cut off the sleeve to add on, but here again Erica proved equal to the task and, using He looked critically at himself in the mirror. Dressed, his total effect was better than he had dared hope it would be. True, he did look different . Erica gazed at him with melancholy affection. "I can't understand why they let you out wearing those clothes—or for that matter, why they let you out at all." He must have given some explanation as he'd stumbled through the door. for a day or so," she mused aloud. "It was the first time you'd been face." It was the clothes, plus the brief glimpse of his face, which had made her think she recognized him when he came in. orientation before I could see you. That's why I was so surprised when It was then he'd grabbed her, to keep her from talking to the hospital. she hadn't. At that time, she must have half-believed he was Dan when I wanted to come home, they let me. It's their latest belief that initiative is more important than perfect health." and blushed. "Initiative, certainly you have. Dan could use some, Dan again, whether it was himself or another person. For a brief time, never happen to him. He'd better leave now while she was distracted and "How much do you remember of the accident?" She shoved aside her own accident were the pilot. They never let me see you until yesterday and then it was just a glimpse. I took their word when they said you were Dan But why hadn't he told her? Shock? Perhaps—but where had those other and wrestler? And where had he got memories of wives, slender and passionate, petite and wild, casual and complaisant, nagging and insecure? Erica he didn't remember at all, save from last night, and what was "They said they'd identified everyone, living or dead, and I supposed similar mistakes. Dan Merrol may be alive under another name. It will Even if he was sure, he didn't know whether he could tell her—and he "You'll have to put me down," she said, averting her eyes. "Otherwise.... You're an intolerable funny man." He knew it—he could see himself in the mirror. He was something to laugh at when anyone got tired of pretending sympathy. He put her down and normal traffic was just beginning. Maybe they hadn't missed him On his way in, he miscalculated, or she did, and he brushed against her. The touch was pleasant, but not thrilling. That reaction seemed reserved for Erica. She did at that, he thought—probably bewildered by his appearance. The It seemed wiser to Dan not to tell him everything. "It was stuffy They had underestimated him, but he didn't mind. Of course, he didn't And you look well enough to stand the physical strain." He pressed the buzzer and an angular woman in her early forties before she could reel it in, her gaze swept past Dan, hesitated and Merrol winced. The photographic sequence was incontrovertible. He had been a handsome fellow. "Here is other evidence you may not have heard of. It's a recent development, within the last ten years, in fact. It still isn't certain. Taken altogether, the evidence was overwhelming. There had been no mistake—he was Dan Merrol, though it was not difficult to understand why Erica couldn't believe he was her husband. "You did a fine job," he said. Recalling the picture of the wreckage, he knew they had. "But couldn't you have done just a little better?" The other just didn't understand. "But the size—it doesn't match my arm!" "Doesn't match Dr. Crander seemed about to pluck one of Dan's eyes from its socket. could do for him until it was too late. How long could he expect Erica Dan raised his head. Some things were clearer. The memories were authentic, but they weren't his—nor did the other wives belong to him. It was no wonder Erica had cringed at their names.

<question>:
If Dan and Erica had been seen together before the accident, what would people have likely thought?

<options>:
A She is taller than he is
B He might be abusive due to the bruises on her arm
C They are a good looking couple
D They are a bad looking couple

<answer>:

C