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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marooned on a rogue planet—fighting to save " And so, my dear ," Dennis detected a faint irony in the phrase, " I'm afraid I can offer no competition to the beauties of five planets—or perpetual wonder—limpid as a child's. , were a background of annoyance in Dennis' mind he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace, him cold. He wanted solitude, somewhere to coordinate his thoughts under the ineffable illumination of the Chamber. It cost a young fortune. But to pleasure mad, boom-ridden Venus, a fortune was a bagatelle. Only it had cost Dennis Brooke far more than a sheaf of credits—it had cost him the severe rebuff of the I.S.P., and most of his heart in Marla. Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the insidious Verbena eyes found themselves gazing into the unwinking, violet stare of a young Martian at the next table. There was a smouldering hatred in those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy? Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger Martian stranger, he was unaware of the Mercurian Dancer. The latter had edged closer, whirling in prismatic flashes from the myriad semi-precious stones that studded her brief gauze skirt. And now, in a final bid for the spacer's favor she flung herself in his lap and tilted back invitingly. Some of the guests laughed, others stared in plain envy at the handsome, red-haired spacer, but from the table across, came the tinkling sound of a fragile glass being crushed in a powerful hand, and a muffled Martian curse. Without warning, the Martian was on his feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis Brooke. A high-pitched scream brought instant silence as a Terran girl cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was not there. Leaping to one side, impervious to the fall of the dancer, he avoided the murderous rush of the Martian youth, then he wheeled swiftly and planted a sledge-hammer blow in that most vulnerable spot of all Martians, the spot just below their narrow, wasp-like waist, and as the Martian half-doubled over, he lefted him with a short jab to the chin that staggered and all but dropped him. The Martian's violet eyes were black with fury now. He staggered back Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took with all the force at his command. It caught the Martian on the jaw and Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international left arm-pit—an atomic-disintegrator, forbidden throughout the interplanetary League. Only major criminals and space pirates still without the law were known to possess them. "Looks like your brawl has turned out to be a piece of fool's luck, Brooke!" The Police Lieutenant favored Dennis with a wry smile. "If I'm not mistaken this chap's a member of Bren Koerber's pirate crew. Who else could afford to risk his neck at the International, and have in his possession a disintegrator? Pity we have no complete records on that devil's crew! Anyway, we'll radio the I.S.P., perhaps they have details on this dandy!" He eyed admiringly the priceless Martian embroideries on the unconscious Martian's tunic, the costly border of red, ocelandian fur, and the magnificent black acerine Bertram! To him an infraction of rules is a major crime. Damn Venus!" shards. He laughed shortly as he became conscious of the venomous stare of the Mercurian Dancer, of the excited voices of the guests and the emphatic disapproval of the Venusian proprietor who was shocked at having a brawl in his ultra-expensive, ultra-exclusive Palace. "Better come to Headquarters with me, Dennis," the lieutenant said gently. "We'll say you captured him, and if he's Koerber's, the credit's yours. A trip to Terra's what you need, Venus for you is a "Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of Koerber's henchmen—has given us a line as to his present orbit of very clever young lady could perform. And," he paused, grimacing, "somewhere between Venus and Terra, the interplanetary spacer bringing while something cold and sharp seemed to dig at his heart with cruel of Koerber sent a wave of anguish that seared through him like an "Commander," Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of begetting! Let me try, and I promise you ..." in his torture, Dennis in space. This, Dennis," the Commander emphasized his words, "is your was an old story. Atom-blasts were pitting the spacer's hull with "When do I leave, Commander!" Dennis Brooke's voice was like a javelin against stray asteroids and outlaw crews of ruthless vandal ships. Even apprenticeship among the inner planets, Mars, Venus and Terra. He felt of the Captain from the control room, then: "Test space suits. Test he seethed in a cold fury more deadly than any he had ever experienced. where life might have endured, but now, all hope was gone. Only a great resolve to deal with Koerber once and for all remained to him. Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in "Prepare to return!" shifted the Venusian weed that made a perpetual bulge on his cheek and easygoing movements belied the feral persistence of a tiger, and the Analyzers' must be the trail of some spacer. Can't be far!" He was dangerous asteroid belt, where even planetoids drifted in eccentric Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room, asteroids, it plunged directly into the asteroid drift, hoping to lose Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power doomed, he tried to draw the I.S.P. Cruiser down with him. A powerful magnetic beam lashed out to spear the I.S.P. Cruiser. With a wrenching turn that almost threw them out of control, Dennis sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the them in a free fall, then the Planetoid was rushing up to engulf them. For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis contemptuous remark voiced the feelings of the entire crew. A man who "Considering the gravity of this planetoid," Dennis Brooke said optimist. "Better break out those repair plates," Dennis said to Scotty. "Tom, with its crimson stains made an appealing, boyish figure. It softened the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized this was the youngster's first trip into the outer orbits, and better men than he had cracked in those vast reaches of space. But there had "Yep," Dennis nodded. "But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds

<question>:
What phrase mostly closely captures why the Martian who attacks Dennis seems to hate him so much?

<options>:
A Martians, as a race, hate Terrans - all Terrans - because they view them as colonial oppressors preventing their freedom.
B On Mars, hazel eyes such as Dennis' are considered a socio-economic indicator of a class Martians view as having caused all their problems.
C The Martian is jealous of Dennis because of the Mercurean dancer at the bar who is coming on to him.
D Dennis and the Martian have had previous run-ins over women and the Martian thinks Dennis owes him money from a billiards game.

<answer>:

C