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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pseudo-widowhoods. Space-widowhood, for instance.... to touch her. spaceship—and nothing could ever stop her now. Not unless she broke it." She could see he was very proud. Very tired, too. He reached out side of the space-field barriers. Even that possibility was denied her to?" He rose, bent over her, and slid his arms around her. He put his face into the shadowed warmth between her hair and her interplanetary space, grew hot. She closed them, and for a moment gave herself up to an almost physical yearning for the Toluca Lake it?" He hugged her. After a time he reached down and touched her swelling waist. It was like a benediction. "He'll be born on the Moon," he whispered, "and he'll have eyes the color of all Earth when it looks " She'll be born on the Moon," corrected Marcia, "and her name will be what she was doing to patch up their marriage. She turned her face away from the aisle, covered her cheek with her a penciled frown as lovely as her machined smile. "Some day," she told huddle, fumbling with the card until it was crammed shapeless into her purse. Then from the depths of her guilt came rebellion. It was going to be all right. She was doing the biggest thing she'd ever done, and Jack would rise to the occasion, and it would be all right. It had to be all right.... After this—if this didn't work—there just would be nothing else she could do. She wasn't a scheming woman. No one would ever know how difficult it had been for her to think up the whole plan, to find Nellie Foster (someone Jack had never met) and to persuade Nellie to to Nellie, to make Nellie think she was brave and adventurous, and that she was just doing it to surprise Jack. Oh, he'd be surprised, all right. beyond. Marcia realized with crushing suddenness that the ship was He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, "And that's why you want me to come back—ground myself, be an Earth-lubber—so I can spare you the anguish of sitting home wondering if I'll come back alive!" And then he'd been sorry he'd shouted, and he sat by her, taking her honey! Ships travel to the Moon and back on iron-clad, mathematical in her had been pleased at the dull flush that rose to his face. Everyone knew about the fall." Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space, when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than ever before. He went on remorselessly, "Once the Elsinore reached the free-fall flight, where power could be shut off, the skipper had to put the to save the worthless life of that fool. So of course he lost his trajectory, and had to warp her in as best he could, without passing "Was it?" she'd yawned. "Could you do it?" "I—like to think I could," he said. "I'd hate to have to try." She'd shrugged. "Then it can't be very difficult, darling." She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were quarreling, or when he talked that repugnant, dedicated, other-world garble, something always went cold and furious and—lonely inside her, and made her fight back unfairly. After he'd gone—for good, he said—her anger had sustained her for a few weeks. Then, bleakly, she knew she'd go to the ends of Earth for Jack. Or even to the Moon.... Sitting rigid in the tense stillness of a rocket ship that was about to leap from Earth, Marcia started as an officer ducked his head into that will make you proud to belong to the human race." That again! thought Marcia furiously and then all emotion left her if she could push it out, push herself out, go back, back to Earth sleeplike ascent into space. Marcia very nearly forgot to breathe. She had been prepared for almost anything except this quality of peace and awe. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, awestruck, spellbound, when she realized that she had to finish the job she'd started, and do it right now, this minute. It might already be too late ... she wished, suddenly, and for the very first time, that she'd pressed herself up out of the soft chair—it was difficult, because of "It isn't s-space sickness," said Marcia in a very small and very "Not right away, Sue." Sue! No wonder he had found it so easy to walk couldn't bear the thought of his realizing what she had done while he had his arms around her. means—what I've got to do now?" "Spin ship," she replied immediately, and looked up at him pertly, like why ?" "Because," she said bleakly, "I learned long ago that a man grows to love what he has to fight for." "And you were going to make me fight for you and the child—even if the feet, his shoulders down, without looking at her. There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. "It's true, you know," she said. "A man grows to love the things he has to defend, no matter how he felt about them before." The stewardess looked at her, her face registering a strange mixture of detachment and wonder. "You really believe that, don't you?" husband, and don't you forget it." Miss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her at the same time." Feeling very much put-upon, Marcia waited silently until he was finished, and the bed hung ludicrously to the wall like a walking fly. She thanked him timidly, and he ignored it and went out. "And why not?" "Because," said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as in the early stages of pregnancy— "But how?" asked Marcia, interested in spite of her resentment. that would be a hard nut for the giant calculators on Earth to crack. And he's doing it in half the time—or less—than it would take the because it's a life-and-death matter if he makes a mistake or takes too long." "But—but—" "But what?" Miss Eagen's composure seemed to have been blasted to "He'll spin the ship on its long axis," said the stewardess with Captain McHenry won't be able to maneuver to a landing on the Moon. "But I haven't told you the toughest part of it yet," Miss Eagen went of letting the ship fall to the Moon, turning over and approaching Marcia forced herself away from the bulkhead with a small whimper of girl, and—even more so—of herself. She darted toward the door. "Where are you going?" these people...." "He will and he must. You surely know your husband." "I know him as well as you do." She found herself at the entrance to the pilot room. In one sweeping " Jack had said that to her once, long ago, when he still loved her. "... human damnfoolishness botching up the equations...." He had said that once, too. Elsinore . He's for his baby." "Does it hurt to know that?" Marcia looked into the smooth, strong face and said with genuine was the outboard bulkhead that drew her like a magnet, increasingly, stars, the Moon and Sue Eagen danced and wove. Words slipped in and out of it like shreds of melody: "A man comes to love the things he has to fight for." And Jack fighting—for his ship, for the Moon, for the new-building traditions there was something between them—so big a thing that there was nothing for her to fear in it. that he had loved and married. There was a long time of blackness, and then a time of agony, when she was falling, falling, and her lungs wanted to split, explode, and then a long, deep sleep.

<question>:
What was the woman's plan in going into space?

<options>:
A To have her baby on the moon
B To spy on her husband without him knowing
C To kill herself
D For her husband to fall back in love with her

<answer>:

D