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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I'm talking sense. Listen! I'm in trouble because I went to Earth to look for a wife. You're standing here right now because you're on your way to Venus for a husband. So let's." Venus Is a Man's World Sis actually staggered back. "Let's? Let's what BY WILLIAM TENN "Now, Miss Sparling, no hoopla. I'm saying let's get married, and you Illustrated by GENE FAWCETTE know it. You figured out from what the boy told you that I was chewing on you for a wife. You're healthy and strong, got good heredity, you Venus—and you know I'll be in trouble. Bad trouble. With the law, which is the worst a boy can get into. Twenty minutes after we lifted from the Sahara Spaceport, I wriggled out of my acceleration hammock and started for the door of our cabin. "Now you be careful, Ferdinand," Sis called after me as she opened a book called Family Problems of the Frontier Woman to run ships. I felt free all over—and happy. Now was my chance to really see the Eleanor Roosevelt decided to go after a husband on a luxury liner. On a cargo ship, now, of Mexico. But women always know what's right, and a boy can only make careful, patient way she always talks politics and things like that to men. "Technically, Ferdinand, I'm the only passenger in our family. You can't be one, because, not being a citizen, you can't acquire an Earth Passport. However, you'll be going to Venus on the strength of this clause—'Miss Evelyn Sparling and all dependent male members of family, this number not to exceed the registered quota of sub-regulations married. If it were, Sis and three hundred other pretty girls like her wouldn't be on their way to Venus to hook husbands. Still, if I wasn't a passenger, the sign didn't have anything to do with me. I knew what Sis could say to looked hard and soft at the same time. leather, crossed his arms on his chest and began to study me. I grunted to my feet, feeling a lot better. The coldness had gone out of his eyes. I held out my hand the way Sis had taught me. "My name is Ferdinand Sparling. I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr.—Mr.—" "Hope for your sake," he said to me, "that you aren't what you seem—tadpole brother to one of them husbandless anura." What part of Venus do you come from? Why did you say you hope—" He chuckled and swung me up into one of the bunks that lined the lifeboat. "Questions you ask," he said in his soft voice. "Venus is a first couples to get married in Undersea. He looked thoughtful when I anura make sure of that. What a place! Suffering gridniks, I had a bellyful!" He told me about it. Women were scarce on Venus, and he hadn't been able to find any who were willing to come out to his lonely little islands he had decided to go to Earth where there was supposed to be a surplus. Naturally, having been born and brought up on a very primitive planet, he didn't know "it's a woman's world," like the older boys in The moment he landed on Earth he was in trouble. He didn't know he had to register at a government-operated hotel for transient males he "Told me a man wasn't supposed to say anything except through female when he'd a mind to, and his woman walked by his side." "What happened?" I asked breathlessly. "Ferdinand your label? That's not right for a sprouting tadpole. I'll call you Ford. My name's Butt. Butt Lee Brown." "You had a lot of brothers, Mr. Butt?" Trouble was, he was a special kind of farmer. Ordinary fruit would have been pretty easy to sneak into my pockets at meals. I even found a way to handle the kelp and giant watercress Mr. Brown liked, but things Twice, the mechanical hamper refused to accept my jacket for laundering and I had to wash it myself. But I learned so many wonderful things about Venus every time I visited that stowaway.... native Venusians hate so much I learned how you tell the difference between a lousy government paddlefoot from New Kalamazoo and the slaptoe slinker who is the planter's friend. After a lot of begging, How would I know that stuff would lead to trouble for me? Sis had insisted I come along to the geography lecture. Most of the other girls who were going to Venus for husbands talked to each other during the lecture, but not my notes even, and asked enough questions to make the perspiring purser really work in those orientation periods. "I am very sorry, Miss Sparling," he said with pretty heavy sarcasm, opposition to come right down on the Council floor and debate it out with her. "Ferdinand," Sis said, "let's go back to our cabin." The moment she sat me down and walked slowly around me, I knew I was in for it. "I've been reading up on Venusian geography in the ship's library," I told her in a hurry. carefully, "that is used only by Venusian riffraff." "They're not!" "Not what?" Venus. And it takes a real man to build on a hot, hungry hell like Venus." "Does it, now?" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow "You're going to tell , Ferdinand, what evil, criminal male is speaking through your mouth!" "Nobody!" I insisted. "They're my own ideas!" who, I might add, has previously shown a ridiculous but nonetheless entirely masculine boredom with political philosophy. I plan to have a government career on that new planet you talk about, Ferdinand—after I have found a good, steady husband, of course—and I don't look someone is lying. I pulled my pulpast handkerchief from my pocket to wipe my face. Something rattled to the floor. "What is this picture of me doing in your pocket, Ferdinand?" A trap seemed to be hinging noisily into place. "One of the passengers wanted to see how you looked in a bathing suit." "The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has been giving you these anti-social ideas, isn't it? A war-mongering masculinist like all the frustrated men who want to engage in government and don't have the vaguest idea how to. Except, of course, in their ancient, bloody ways. Ferdinand, who has been perverting that sunny and carefree soul of yours?" "Nobody! Nobody! " "Ferdinand, there's no point in lying! I demand—" "I told you, Sis. I told you! And don't call me Ferdinand. Call me Ford." "Ford? Ford? Now, you listen to me, Ferdinand...." After that it was all over but the confession. That came in a few All the same, I wouldn't get Mr. Butt Lee Brown into trouble if I could help it. I made Sis promise she wouldn't turn him in if I took her to him. And the quick, nodding way she said she would made me feel just a when she saw the wild mass of hair rolling down his back. "An honor, Miss Sparling," he said in that rumbly voice. "Please come Venus." Brown." Hearing his rightful name made him move suddenly and tower over Not to mention the food I didn't eat because it stuck in my throat?" "Yes," she said bitterly. "You had this boy steal fresh fruit for you. I suppose you didn't know that under space regulations that makes him

<question>:
What was the relationship like between Ferdinand and the man from Venus?

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A Ferdinand never felt truly trusting of him, although he didn’t appear so outwardly
B The man from Venus was a crew member on the ship, so Ferdinand struck up conversation immediately to learn about the machinery
C Ferdinand was hungry for the companionship he provided and this was reciprocated
D The man from Venus lured Ferdinand into meeting with him

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C