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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appeared to have overcome every little imperfection he had been able to communicate to her. It was in the privacy of his Do you fail to fit in with your group? Nervous, anxious, ill-at-ease? Happy about it? Lucky you! Frank Pembroke sat behind the desk of his shabby room that Pembroke became her face and body were meticulously symmetrical. And she seemed to be wholly ambidextrous. "With so many beautiful Is there something wrong with you? that he greeted the tall, dark, smooth-faced figure that sense of excitement and satisfaction "Good day, sir," said Pembroke with an amiable smile. "I see my advertisement has interested types. I'd never get one. type." flaw of loquacity that no one else had discovered. Pembroke decided he would have to cover his "What type am I?" he asked. a type at all." much," Pembroke murmured, aware of just how perfect, physically, gambling everything on this one you speak," said Pembroke. "Try other flaws I feel I should mention." "Yes? Please tell me." "In the first place," said Pembroke, will eventually make you unhappy. How can you be the paramour type if you refuse to fall in love foolishly? And when you have fallen in love, you should be very loyal." made for himself a substantial fortune through speculation in a and otherwise. Life had given him much and demanded little, which was perhaps the reason for his restiveness. Loyalty to person or to people was a trait Pembroke had never recognized in himself, nor had it ever been expected of him. And yet he greatly envied those staunch patriots and lovers who could find it in themselves to Lacking such loyalties, Pembroke adapted quickly to the situation in which he found himself a human being. modern American hotel. The wallet Pembroke was quite sure that she understood his plan and that she was irrevocably in love with him. Tomorrow might bring in his pocket contained exactly his escape. After forty-two years of searching for a passion, for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank Pembroke had at last found his. a full dinner, for he was unusually hungry, he began to study the others in the restaurant. Many of the faces seemed familiar probably. He also recognized several of the passengers. However, As he guessed there was a goodly selection of firearms, despite the chestnut locks and gazed up intently at Pembroke as he passed. Seldom had he enjoyed so ingenuous "You are looking for someone?" she inquired. "Much of the time," said the "Yet you seem unsure," she said. Pembroke smiled, uneasily. There was something not entirely normal about her conversation. Though the rest of her compensated for that. the way I look or act. Isn't there? Please help me, please!" "You're not casual enough, for one thing," said Pembroke, deciding to play along with her for an Earthman. you wanted to hear?" "Yes, yes—I mean, I suppose so. I can try to be more casual. But I don't know what to do whole I'm not so bad, am I? Oh, please tell me." "Maybe with less distraction I'll have a better picture of you—as a whole." "Oh, that's very generous of oddness of her conversation continued to bother him. She was right about being different, but it was her concern about being "Can I help you, sir?" a middle-aged Oh, my," she concluded, "are you that people all about him were talking excitedly. They were discussing "They tell me I lean too far forward," she confided. "But I docks every day, without being able to learn when the great exodus would take place. Yet he frumpy." "Well, I'm supposed to look frumpy," the woman retorted. "That's the type of person I am. But you can look frumpy and still walk natural, can't you? Everyone says you can." But since no one seemed concerned about anything but his own speech and behavior, he assumed him. "Isn't that a lovely name? "It is a sign of poor breeding to smile at tramps," Pembroke admonished her in a whisper. Pembroke watched him hurry off to service a car with a sense each went into separate ones. Pembroke found himself alone in after servicing the automobile. "Say, I've just figured out who you are," the youngster told him. type. paying passengers. He was a short, Then she saw him. Waving frantically, she called his name several times. Pembroke mingled with the crowd moving toward of the conversation turned out to be precisely what Pembroke had predicted. Sidling up to a well-dressed man-about-town type, Pembroke winked at him and snickered. "You Frank?" he asked. "Hell, no. But some poor punk's sure red in the face, I'll straight?" with a chuckle. "Those high-strung paramour types always raising a ruckus. They never do "Everyone tells me I chew gum with my mouth open. Don't you hate that?" that," said Pembroke, snickering again as he moved away from the other. "And why not? Hey? Why not?" Pembroke went right on hating lost interest in him. They got up one by one and walked out of the Diego, and it was not long before Pembroke was explaining to the police how he had drifted far "You said they were perfect. They know they're not. You've got to be rough with them in this day. Not the brisk, efficient steps of a federal official, but the hesitant, self-conscious steps of a you would give me a few minutes of honest criticism." "Ah, no, not you, too," groaned junior clerk type. Pembroke rose as the young man appeared at the door. His "Are you Dr. Von Schubert?" "You are therefore in an excellent position to point out our face was smooth, unpimpled, warm summer afternoon. the newcomer asked, peering into Spencer. "Look, Joe, what's "Mr. Valencia," said Pembroke. "I've noticed that you Otherwise, you may appear to be self-conscious about it." convince people of the truth of his tale. But in the meantime he allowed himself to admire the that it was exactly this that was amused at his companion's reaction but observed that Spencer Valencia was seeking. Pembroke clipping of the newspaper ad he in the way in which ARE YOU IMPERFECT? to be a little more direct, a little YOUR FLAWS IT IS HIS GOAL TO MAKE YOU THE AVERAGE FOR YOUR TYPE more brusque. Speak in a monotone. It will make you more acceptable." "Thank you so much," said the LET DR. VON SCHUBERT POINT OUT manager. "There is much food for thought in what you have said, Mr. Pembroke. However, Mr. Spencer, your value has failed Pembroke spoke for several minutes. "Somebody's crazy around here," the fat man muttered after a few moments. "Is it me, Frank?" "No. You just don't belong here, in this particular place," said Pembroke thoughtfully. "You're the wrong type. But they couldn't know that ahead of time. they don't care one bit about us, Spencer. Consider the men who "It's what you think that will I suggest you change your attitude play along with them for a few days till the picture becomes man sullenly. "What don't you like about me? The "You're the guy, all right. Too and the pale chartreuse gown she wore hardly placed her in that category. Her conversation seemed considerably more normal after the other denizens of and had almost exhausted his critical capabilities, but not once had she become annoyed with him. She seemed to devour every factual point of imperfection about herself that Pembroke brought to her attention. And, fantastically enough, she actually

<question>:
What type of person is Frank?

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A Frank is very careful around other people, and it is hard for him to show criticism.
B Frank is reckless, but his independence allows him to go back home at the end of the story.
C Frank is cautious and skilled enough to develop plans to get out of unexpected situations.
D Frank is thoughtful in his interactions with others but tends to miss details.

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C