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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they were husband and wife. It could readily be Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] All she wanted was a mate and she had the gumption to go out and hunt one down. But that meant poaching in a strictly forbidden territory! were, she realized, for kids. and that was the direction of Haron Gorka's place. wrapped up in the romantic fallacy of her day that she sought a prince remained in view for a full second, searing a bright orange path across the night sky. impatiently told her to go out and get dates. he had to miss his college reunion. That's all he has to hide. A stuffy Victorian prude and even less of a man than the others." She shut off the shower, brushed her teeth, gargled, patted herself dry with a towel, and jumped into bed, careful to lock the door of her bedroom. She dared not let the widow Penshaws know that she slept in the widow Penshaws would object to a girl sleeping in the nude, even if the nearest neighbor was three hundred yards away. off the night table. ornithology wanted a young chick correspondent interested in the same subject . Or, that is, him . as though he would have reason indeed. He only wanted the best because he was the best. Like calls to like. The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda. Haron Gorka—the nationality could be anything. And that was it. He had with a merest wary trickle of water, tiptoed back into her bedroom, about the house without her mother knowing about it, and that even asked him where she could find Haron Gorka. "I said, where can I find Haron Gorka?" "It's not a that it's a he. Where can I find him? Where does he live? What's the quickest way to get there?" The stereotype pushed up his glasses and looked at her squarely. "Now take it easy, ma'am. First place, I don't know any Haron Gorka—" Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing hair, suspicious eyes, and a broom-stick figure.... On the other hand—why not? Why couldn't the librarian help her? Why hadn't she thought of it before? Certainly a man as well-educated as Haron Gorka would be an avid reader, and unless he had a permanent residence here in Cedar Palls, one couldn't expect that he'd have his you in the afternoon. I never did trust this Mr. Gorka...." "You know him? You know Haron Gorka?" "I mean anyone would like to correspond with Haron Gorka. Or to know him well. To be considered his friend. Haron Gorka...." "Um, where can I find Mr. Gorka?" "What about the other five women?" "They convinced me that I ought to give them his address." "If I can't enjoy an association with Haron Gorka directly, I still of you will tell me about Haron Gorka, sparing no details. You each Haron Gorka lived in what could have been an agrarian estate, except his dwelling. That was it, of course: the conspicuous show of wealth or only one with the idea to visit Haron Gorka in person. With half a she wouldn't be needed As it turned out, she wasn't. Not only that, she was welcomed with open that she really might have liked. Instead, someone she could only regard as a menial met her, and when he asked had she come in response to the advertisement, she nodded eagerly. He told her that was fine and he ushered her straight into a room which evidently was to be her living quarters. It contained a small "You want any food or drink," the servant told her, "and you just press "What about Mr. Gorka?" A little doubtful now, Matilda thanked him and watched him leave. He closed the door softly behind his retreating feet, but Matilda's ears she wasn't going to be girlishly timid about it. Besides, it was not her fault if, in his unconcern, Haron Gorka had unwittingly hired a neurotic servant. going on outside she could hear nothing. In that case, she would pretend that there was nothing outside the little room, and presently she lay down on the bed to take a nap. This didn't last long, however: she had a nightmare in which Haron Gorka appeared as a giant with two salivary glands were working overtime, and she ate her meal. The fact extremely palatable made her forget all about Haron Gorka's neurotic servant. The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's servant, and he said, "Mr. Gorka will see you now." She told the servant so. Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all She followed him out of the little room and across what should have realized that each of them probably had a cubicle of a room like her Haron Gorka. Well, then, she must see to it that she impressed him Haron Gorka. It was not that he was homely and unimpressive it was just that he was so "In response to your ad. How do you do, Mr. Gorka?" assuming that he would like informality. She could only wait and see than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit. "I must admit I was surprised when I got exactly what I wanted for dinner," she told him brightly. "Eh? What say? Oh, yes, naturally. A combination of telepathy and teleportation. The synthetic cookery is attuned to your mind when you press the buzzer, and the strength of your psychic impulses determines how closely the meal will adjust to your desires. The fact that the you have a high psi-quotient, or that you were very hungry." "Yes," said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit. "Ready?" "Uh—ready." "Well, what, Mr. Gorka?" were near death. I owe my life to the mimicry of a flaak from Capella that Haron Gorka was mouthing gibberish. But on the other hand she Haron Gorka turned his back. Haron Gorka's guests to depart. Then Haron Gorka had severed that relationship, too, and now he was all alone. were, of course, two alternatives. Either Haron Gorka was an eccentric who enjoyed this sort of outlandish tomfoolery, or else he was plainly insane. She could still picture him ranting on aimlessly to no one in particular about places which had no existence outside of his mind, his voice high-pitched and eager. in detail. She did this first because it was a promise, and second because she knew it would make her feel better. "So," she finished, "Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or "What do you mean?" "Did he leave a message for his wife?" "Why, yes. Yes, he did. But how did you know? Oh, I suppose he told the five." "No. He didn't. But you were the last and I thought he would give you a Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told the little librarian what the message was. "He wanted her to return," she said. The librarian nodded, a happy smile on her lips. "You wouldn't believe "I am Mrs. Gorka." loses his temper, he tries to convince me that any number of females of the particular planet would be more than thrilled if they were given If you marry, choose a home-body. I've had the experience and you've

<question>:
Why did Mr. Gorka let these women stay in his house?

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A he wanted to find a suitable wife
B he wanted to find a woman that would enjoy listening to him speak
C he planned to capture these women and keep them
D he wanted to use telepathy on them

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B