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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the red rim around it." But Dunbar's eyes were old and uncertain. How could they believe in his choice when every star in this forsaken section of space was surrounded by a beckoning red rim? remain sane in all this blackness much longer. Bitterly he thought of how they would die—not knowing within maybe thousands of light years where they were, or where they were going. After the wreck, the four of them had floated a while, floated and drifted together, four men in bulbous pressure suits like small individual rockets, held together by an awful pressing need for each other and by the "gravity-rope" beam. Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face wrinkled like a dried prune, burned by cosmic rays and the suns of worlds so far away they were scarcely credible, had taken command. concentrates. Each suit a rocket, each human being part of a rocket, Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird. Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and calling their destination Paradise. Russell wanted to laugh, but the last time he'd given way to this thought then of what Dunbar would say to such a thought, how Dunbar When the four of them had escaped from that prison colony on a sizzling hot asteroid rock in the Ronlwhyn system, that wasn't enough for Dunbar. Hell no—Dunbar had to start talking about a place they could go where they'd never be apprehended, in a system no one else had ever heard of, where they could live like gods on a green soft world like the Earth had been a long time back. And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of them had been trying to find all their lives in the big cold grabbag of eternity—a rich star, a rich far fertile star where no one else had ever been, loaded with treasure that had no name, that no one had We all look alike out here in these big rocket pressure suits, Russell away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar. They might have a chance if Alvar and Johnson weren't so damn lacking in self-confidence as to put all their trust in that crazed old rum-dum. Russell had known now for some time that they were going in the wrong direction. No reason for knowing. Just a hunch. And Russell "So now," Johnson said, "there's two suns with red rims around them." "We're about in the middle of those four suns aren't we, Dunbar?" "That's right, boys!" yelled old Dunbar in that sickeningly optimistic "That's right! That's right," Dunbar yelled. "That's the only one—and it's a paradise. Not just a place to live, boys—but a place you'll have trouble believing in because it's like a dream!" "And none of these other three suns have worlds we could live on, "Yeah," said Alvar. "You still say that, Dunbar?" "Paradise and there we'll be like gods, like Mercuries with wings flying on nights of sweet song. These other suns, don't let them bother you. They're Jezebels of stars. All painted up in the darkness and pretty and waiting and calling and lying! They make you think of nice green worlds all running waters and dews and forests thick as air we can breath, and water we can drink and shade we can rest in—that'll be paradise enough for us. But it'll take a long time won't it? And what if it isn't there—what if after all the time we spend hoping and getting there—there won't be nothing but ashes and cracked clay?" said that one had a red rim, Dunbar, and I wanted to believe it. So angels singing and dancing and laughing with red lips and arms white as milk, and soft silky hair floating in the winds." bobbing neck, his simpering watery blue eyes. But he still had to suffer that immutable babbling, that idiotic cheerfulness ... and knowing all the time the old man was crazy, that he was leading them wrong. I'd break away, go it alone to the right sun, Russell thought—but I'd never make it alone. A little while out here alone and I'd be nuttier than old Dunbar will ever be, even if he keeps on getting nuttier all was to get rid of Dunbar. Russell said. "Lost people ... lost ... who knows how long," Dunbar said, as the four of them hurtled along. "You never know where you'll find people on a world somewhere nobody's ever named or knows about. Places where off the lanes they'll never be found except by accident for millions of years. That's what this world is, boys. Must have been a ship load of beautiful people, maybe actresses and people like that being hauled to some outpost to entertain. They're like angels now, living in a always spring, always spring, boys, and the music plays all night, every night of a long long year...." Russell suddenly shouted. "Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?" "Now quiet down, Russ," Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning things the way we used to. Thing is, we got to go straight. People trapped like this liable to start meandering. Liable to start losing the old will-power." He chuckled. Then he saw how the other two stars also were beginning to develop red But after a year of this, and then to get to a world that was only ashes, and not able to go any further—" "I always come through, boys. I'm lucky. Angel women will take us to their houses on the edges of cool lakes, little houses that sit there in the sun like fancy jewels. And we'll walk under colored fountains, He sighed. "He was taking us wrong ... wrong!" Russell screamed. "Angels—music all night—houses like jewels—and women like angels—" " Shhhh none of those suns had red rims, and at other times—like the old man said, they're all pretty and lying and saying nothing, just changing all the time. Jezebel stars, the old man said." "I know I'm right," Russell pleaded. "My hunches always been right. believe there is one we can live by, because we all seem to agree that the old man might have been right about that. If we stick together, the chance is three to one against us. But if each of us makes for one star, one of us has a chance to live. Maybe not in paradise like the old man said, but a place where we can live. And maybe there'll be intelligent life, maybe even a ship, and whoever gets the right star can come and help the other two...." "No ... God no...." Russell whispered over and over. "None of us can once you're going, you never stop ... and I guess there isn't any other body to pull him off his course. And what will time matter to waited for him, stretching away to the red-rimmed sun. Even if he were right—he was sure now he'd never make it alone. "Yes," another of them said. "But what amazes me is that this old man picked this planet out of all the others. The only one in this entire sector that would sustain life." "Maybe he was just a very lucky old man. Yes ... a man who attains such an age was usually lucky. Or at least that is what they say about the lost sectors." to his stature, and he will rest here among the brave. "Let the women dance and the music play for this old man. Let the

<question>:
What does Dunbar mean in calling the other stars 'Jezebels' of stars?

<options>:
A They are uncomely on the exterior, but thriving within
B They are designed to lure men to their deaths
C They are meant to distract travelers from their main focus
D They are seductive, but ultimately, unworthy of pursuit

<answer>:

D