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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copyright on this publication was renewed.] HER ONLY PASSION WAS BEAUTY—BEAUTY WHICH WOULD LAST FOREVER. AND FOR IT—SHE'D DO ANYTHING! Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike in her flexing languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her couch yielded to her body as she rubbed against it in sensual delight. There was almost the litheness of youth in her movements. in them, but only she polished skin did not respond with quite the resilience of the youth No one else could see it—yet. But Ninon could! Ninon sorted through her meagre store of remembered reading. Some old philosopher had said, "If you can't whip 'em, join 'em!" Crude, but apt. Ninon wanted to smile. But smiles made wrinkles, too. She was content to feel that sureness of power in her grasp—the certain knowledge that she, first of all people, would turn Time on itself and destroy it. She would be youthful again. She would thread through the ages to come, like the cloth of years that would engarment her eternal youth. Ninon knew Ninon! The door chimes tinkled intimately. Ninon glanced at her watch—Robert the desire he felt, Ninon knew, when he saw her. He took one quick step "Ninon, my darling," he whispered huskily. Ninon did not have to make her voice throaty any more, and that annoyed resistance so nicely calculated to breach his own watched the deepening flush of his cheeks with the clinical sureness that a thousand such "Ninon," he said, "you are so beautiful. Let me look at you for a long Again Ninon let him feel just a hint of resistance, and risked a tiny Ninon said, "But that's three hours, Robert." "Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes." The young spaceman's eyes were puzzled, hurt. "But Ninon, I've told you Ninon let her gray-green eyes narrow ever so slightly as she leaned away "... or very old, no longer the Ninon I know ... oh, all right. But you "Will it work?" Ninon could not keep the avid greediness out of her voice. which swept down over Ninon's shoulders. This time Ninon permitted herself a wrinkling smile. If she was right, glows a suave, perfumed dusk as precisely calculated as was the exact rate at which she let all resistance ebb from her body. Ninon's arms stole around his neck. "The lights," she whispered, "and a The boy did not seem to remember about the third click. Ninon was not "And I'm going with you," Ninon said. This brought him fully awake. "I'm sorry, Ninon. You can't!" He sat up Ninon watched him with envious eyes, waiting until he was fully alert. "I've told you before, darling—twenty-four." "How old do you think I am?" chuckled. "The way you said it, Ninon, almost had me believing you. You Ninon's voice was cold. She repeated it: "I am fifty-two years old. I Ninon slapped him. For that Ninon could have killed him. As he turned to leave, her hand Ninon said, "You'll never make that flight without me.... Watch!" Venomous with triumph, Ninon's voice was harsh even to her ears. "On the contrary, my proud and impetuous young spaceman, I have much to gain, more than you could ever understand. When it was announced that you were Ninon laughed mirthlessly, and pressed buttons again. The screen moments, wordless, at Ninon. Then in defeated tones he said, "You scheming witch! What do you want?" There was no time to gloat over her victory. That would come later. Ninon said, "Tell me, Robert, isn't it true that if a clock recedes from Ninon rushed on. She had studied that book carefully. "And if people travel faster than light, a lot faster, they'll grow younger, won't they?" Ninon felt again for her beta-gun as he stared at her for a long minute, The young man's words seemed to imply a secret knowledge that Ninon did and beauty and the admiration of men, real admiration. Suppleness in her muscles and joints again. No more diets. No more transfusions. No staring at the ship, staring through the ports at Ninon where she lay, Joints creaking, muscles protesting, Ninon pushed herself up and out of and her voice was rusty and harsh. "Barely crawling, astronomically," he said shortly. "About forty-six "Is that as fast as the speed of light?" "Hardly, Madame," he said, with a condescending chuckle. "Then make it go faster!" she screamed. "And faster and faster—hurry! What are we waiting for?" The young spaceman swivelled about in his seat. He looked haggard and drawn from the strain of the long acceleration. Despite herself, Ninon "Time! Wait! That's all I hear!" Ninon shrieked. "Do something!" up still more, till it could no longer be felt. But Ninon, as she that strength was flowing back into her muscles and bones. "Nearly twice light speed." "Faster!" she cried. "We must go much faster! I must be young again. Youthful, and gay, and alive and happy.... Tell me, Robert, do you feel younger yet?" He did not answer. Ninon lay in the acceleration sling, gaining strength, and—she He did not answer, and Ninon kept on talking. "How long have we been "It must be hours ... days ... weeks. I should be hungry. Yes, I think I am hungry. I'll need food, lots of food. Young people have good appetites, don't they, Robert?" He pointed to the provisions locker, and she got food out and made it ready. But she could eat but a few mouthfuls. It's the excitement , she told herself. After all, no other woman, ever, had gone back through the are not essential—to men." The mocking gravity in his voice infuriated her. "Then you shall be my mirror," she said. "Tell me, Robert, am I not now much younger? Am I not becoming more and more beautiful? Am I not in truth the most desirable of women?... But I forget. After all, you are only a boy, by now." Ninon felt her face go white and stiff with rage. "What do you mean?" Robert said, coldly brutal, "You're looking your age, Ninon. Every year Ninon snatched out the little beta-gun, then, leveled it and fired. And watched without remorse as the hungry electrons streamed forth to strike the young spaceman, turning him into a motionless, glowing figure which After a while Ninon got up again from the sling and made her way to the way back into the System which had borne it. Ninon watched through the But no matter—she was still Ninon. She was young and beautiful. And wherever she landed there would be excitement and rushing about as she told her story. And men would flock to her. Young, handsome men! died away—and the ship—and Ninon—rested, quietly, serenely, while the brave passengers who had voyaged through space from no one knew where. There was shouting and laughing and talking, and much speculation. pitted—it has traveled from afar." An old man cried: "It is a demon ship. It has come to destroy us all." A murmur went through the crowd, and some moved farther back for scientists say that if one could travel faster than the speed of light one could live in reverse. So when we get old we'll go out in space, very, very fast, and we'll grow young again, together!" Nina crowded forward to hear what they had to report. They were puffing from the rush of their excitement. "There is no one alive on the ship," they cried. "Only an old, withered, white-haired

<question>:
Of the following options, which three traits best describe Ninon?

<options>:
A focused, smart, and forgiving
B charismatic, beautiful, and kind
C desperate, omniscient, prepared
D eager, cunning, and desperate

<answer>:

D