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 all said, it being almost too obvious for words. , thirty-five years overdue!" She was calculating the fine as he closed the door. Humphrey Fownes' preoccupation finally came to an end when he was one block away from his house. It was then that he realized something unusual must have occurred. An orange patrol car of the security police The pockets of Mr. Humphrey Fownes were being picked outrageously. was parked at his front door. And something else was happening too. His house was dancing. residence frisking about on its foundation. It was such a strange sight that for the moment he didn't give a thought to what might be causing It was disconcerting, and at the same time enchanting, to watch one's masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey curiosity. he was an uncommonly preoccupied individual. He From a prone position on his miniscule front lawn, Fownes watched as The door flung itself open and knocked him back off the porch. deeply about it that it never occurred to him that entirely too many people were bumping into him. He was thinking about Optimum Dome rifled Fownes's handkerchief and inside jacket pockets. He was still thinking about temperature and humidity when a pretty girl with his hair. It was a whistling in his ears, and a tingle on his cheeks. He got hit by a shoe. The sidewalk was wide enough to allow four people to pass at one time. He should surely have become suspicious when two men engaged in a Standing in the doorway with his wet hair plastered down on his dripping scalp, the wind roaring about him, the piano rumbling in the distance like thunder, Humphrey Fownes suddenly saw it all very clearly. handkerchief pocket. It all went off very smoothly, like a game of put and take—the sole difference being that Humphrey Fownes had no idea he rear pants pockets, got his wristwatch and restored the contents of the heated argument came along. In the ensuing contretemps they emptied his was playing. " There was an occasional tinkle of falling glass. Humphrey Fownes strode through the puffs of falling glass still that was always 47%, by weather that was always Optimum. It was this rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting his fingerprints off the postman's bag, and which photographed, X-rayed and chemically analyzed the contents of his pockets before returning Paris. He left his shoe prints, stride measurement, height, weight and handedness behind. By the time Fownes reached his front door an entire dossier complete Sitting behind the wheel of the orange car, he watched Humphrey Fownes "You'll have to tell me what you did first!" "I to that of a pathologist observing for the first time a new and particularly virulent strain of pneumococcus under his microscope. Lanfierre's job was to ferret out aberration. It couldn't be tolerated within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social "Are you going to make it stop or aren't you!" MacBride yelled. it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, Lanfierre had become an admirer of eccentricity. He came to see that him not to touch that wheel! Lanfierre. He's in the upstairs bedroom!" When he heard this Fownes plunged into the house and fought his way Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes. genuine quirks were rare and, as time went on, due partly to his own small efforts, rarer. wheel in his hand. "What have I done?" Lanfierre asked in the monotone of shock. Recruiting Lieutenant MacBride from behind his sofa, the men carefully edged out of the house and forced the front door shut. "I never figured on this ," Lanfierre said, shaking his head. ?" he asked in a somewhat patronizing tone of voice. "Sure, he was different ," Lanfierre murmured. "I knew that much." had even contrived to engage him in conversation once, a pleasantly absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. It was trite. Then a fine robust freak came along and the others—the echoes—refused to believe it. The lieutenant was probably on the point of suggesting a vacation. black cloud began to accelerate, whirling about like some malevolent top.... Humphrey Fownes took out the dust jacket he'd found in the library. He first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city? The dome weevils were going berserk trying to keep up with the The lieutenant had picked up the dossier. He thumbed through the pages now in amazement. "Where do you get a guy like this?" he asked. "Did you see what he carries in his pockets?" expressed his weariness and distaste for people who went off and got neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There watching the house with a consuming interest. shoes. He hadn't seen the patrol car and this intense preoccupation of his was also responsible for the dancing house—he simply hadn't noticed. There was a certain amount of vibration, of course. He he'd never thought to watch from outside. then, neither did the widow. He'd have to be confident, assertive. Insist thinking roguishly: Thou shalt not inundate. The risks he was taking! A shower fell gently on the garden and a male chorus began to chant Singing in the Rain He went downstairs to watch out the living room window. This was He watched with folded arms, considering how he would start. Preoccupied, he hadn't noticed the winds building up, didn't hear the the first time the winds got out of line. Why didn't she marry him and save all this bother? He shut it all down "Would you pass the beets, please?" Humphrey Fownes said. her to be, to explain why she couldn't marry him. "Do you have any idea what people are saying? They're all saying I'm a cannibal! I rob Five. That's what they'd say. That woman did it again. And the plain fact is I don't want you on my record." very elaborate plans you've been making to seduce me?" told found out and you can bet they will. It's my fault, I guess. I talk too much. And I don't have another man die on me, it's bad for my self-esteem. And now you've gone and done something good and criminal, something peculiar." Fownes put his fork down. "Dear Mrs. Deshazaway," he started to say. "And of course when they do find out and they ask you why, Mr. Fownes, "That's impossible! How?" In no hurry, now that he had the widow's complete attention, Fownes outside the dome," she said, "out where a man stays When Humphrey Fownes stepped out of the widow's house, there was a unintelligibility. "Here's one," she said to him as he entered. " that ?" "I'd say," Humphrey Fownes said, "that he ... that he recommended it to her, that one day they met in the street and he told her about looking oddly like giants fled from their fairy tales, protesting. "Where did the old society fail?" the leader was demanding of them. He stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. He glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. "We live in a dome," the leader waited, uncomfortable in the tight chair, while the others struggled Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be arranged for him to get out.

<question>:
Why was Humphrey being observed?

<options>:
A he didn't act like he was expected to
B to make sure he wasn't a danger to society
C he was to be observed before he was allowed to be married
D he was suspected of committing crimes

<answer>:

A