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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turn back to Rathole and see if and enjoyed the luxury of a pipe to prove it, but on Venus there him, Dr. Sanchez sat with crossed legs, cleaning his fingernails with a scalpel. Diego's mother smoked a clay pipe, which only a talked to the boy in low, liquid was in Rathole were able to build the roach-flat groundcar and pressing the firing pin. What on Venus could have happened to Van Artevelde? The last in an aircraft. What that was all. wind? Jan felt justifiably exasperated at these Spanish-speaking people. "If some effort had been made to take the boy to Oostpoort from "If you have," said Sanchez, "you must realize that Diego cannot wait for a later ship, if his isn't "No. You've seen pictures of the pump-cars that once were three times." "Don't worry," said Jan. "I'll be back on time, with a broom at And Van Artevelde had promised to come back triumphant, a logical reaction, considering the scarcity of brooms on Venus. Two hours earlier the two men to Earth at once." Jan puffed at the Heerenbaai-Tabak and cogitated. The place would be their last chess game for many months, for Jan was a member of the Dutch colony at Oostpoort in the northern hemisphere of Venus, while Heemskerk he said. "Hope you have a spacesuit not that it had just started, señor ," corrected Sanchez. "As you know, the trip to Earth takes A broom? sweeping from the comparatively began to settle nearby, and there was Van Artevelde leaning over chill Venerian nightside into in the midst of a small range of mountains. The only thing that could arrest and cure the disease was removal from the dry, cloud-hung surface of Venus and return to a moist, sunny climate on Earth. Without that treatment, once damned thing ought to get here the ground. skin appeared, the flesh rapidly deteriorated and fell away in Earthship over at Rathole." "Rathole?" repeated Heemskerk. "What's that? I didn't know there was another colony within two thousand kilometers." "It isn't a colony, in the sense Oostpoort is," explained Dekker. "The people are the families of a bunch of laborers left behind when the colony folded several was aptly named. It was a ratty years ago. It's about eighty kilometers from Rathole faster than that." away, right across the community. The boy was a dark-skinned little Spaniard—of Mexican origin, perhaps. But he was heard, the entire economy of Rathole a boy, and a human being. From what he had seen and Hoorn, but they don't have any to Earth by spaceship. "Who's paying his passage?" he asked. "The Dutch Central A thought occurred to him. pronounced. "The Shadow." Rathole and bring the fellow pipe between his teeth and piloted the groundcar into the teeth land. But if you have any sort of aircraft here, it might make it whose crust was peculiarly subject to earthquakes, particularly "I'm afraid not," said Sanchez. "Too bad. There's nothing we can do, then. The nearest settlement the other side of it lay Rathole, a little settlement that eked a precarious living from the Venerian vegetation. Jan never had seen it. the surface rocks changed. On west of here is more than Dutch settlers had carved a "I believe there is something, though we cannot use it. This was once an American naval base, and the people here were civilian employes who refused to move rough road through the ravines. machine they used for short-range work, and one was left behind—probably with a little help from the people of the settlement. But...." "What kind of machine? Copter or plane?" "They call it a flying platform. them, before I left Earth. Man, you don't expect me to try to fly one of those little things in this dry as the breath of an oven. spoke in Spanish to Mrs. Murillo. The woman rose to her feet land. After a moment's hesitation, Rathole. His pipe was out, but companionship might cure his neurotic, history-born distaste for Spaniards, for more than one reason. Sanchez was tugging at his The platform was in a warehouse which, like the rest of the structures in Rathole, was a The machine was dusty and spotted with rust, Jan, surrounded by Sanchez, Diego and a dozen men, inspected it thoughtfully. in their plastic shrouds. They rubber belts. judged he must be nearing Rathole. anywhere in Rathole?" he an outcropping of rock and it Sanchez smiled ruefully, as he had once before, at Jan's appellation for the community. The inhabitants' term for it was simply settlement made use of the cheapest, most obviously available power source. It was dotted " La Ciudad Nuestra "—"Our Town." But he made no protest. with more than a dozen windmills. He turned to one of the other ," he said, turning back to Jan. "The Americans, of of the tulip fields. But there were no canals here. course, kept much of it when men and talked rapidly for a few with patches of cactus and leather-leaved Venerian plants. Amid the windmills, low domes protruded from the earth, indicating that the dwellings of Rathole The flat land, stretching into the underground. the way to Oostpoort would be drifts against the domes, then, clean again. There was no one moving abroad, but just inside the community Jan found half a dozen men in a group, clinging to one a thousand kilometers away, and can get it started." Sanchez gave rapid orders in Spanish. Two of the men left at a run, carrying five-gallon cans with them. outrage. Spaniards! All these men were Spaniards! Jan recovered himself at once. He had been reading too much ancient history during his leisure hours. The hot monotony of to the ground, where it his brain. It had been 500 years since the Netherlands revolted against Spanish rule. A lot of water over the dam since then. A look at the men around him, Venus was beginning to affect fell back on the international before any of the domes protruded up into it. "This is as good a spot for language. a young woman. " lay before him. A wave of nostalgia swept at the beginning and end of each over him. Back at Oostpoort, the "Some of these men were good mechanics when the navy was here," said Sanchez. "Wait." "This is Mrs. Murillo," said of Rathole came to Jan's side and Sanchez. The woman was a Spanish blonde, full-lipped and beautiful, power was nuclear, but this little with golden hair and dark, liquid oily, and examined it. He turned and spoke to Sanchez. called: " Diego! " downwind—if it isn't wrecked on Windmills! Tears came to "What is to be done, then?" asked Sanchez. "There's nothing that can be done," answered Jan. "They may groundcar." Mrs. Murillo spoke to him rapidly dotted Rathole. in Spanish and he nodded. She zipped him into a venusuit and fitted a small helmet on his Hoorn, and we can't fly the platform if the trip over was any indication." Jan and Diego made their way back down the chain to the moments in Spanish. in wooden shoes along the edge "None, sticks. they were here, but the few through the windshield, not saying perhaps a bit more than he realized. He did not dislike Spaniards them. They were all humans—the Spanish, the Dutch, the Germans, the Americans, even the quake that had hit earlier. Now it was a canyon, half a kilometer Russians—fighting a hostile liked Diego and wished desperately he could do something. Outside, the windmills of Rathole the bottom. Rathole, power in the air all

<question>:
What is Rathole?

<options>:
A A small city of former Spanish slaves who were taken to Venus by the Dutch.
B A Spanish colony on Venus.
C Rathole is a derogatory term for slum on Venus.
D An old colony turned into a small city by Spanish laborers.

<answer>:

D