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 room that Pembroke became aware of just how perfect, physically, Frank Pembroke sat behind the desk of his shabby her face and body were meticulously symmetrical. And she seemed to be wholly ambidextrous. "With so many beautiful sense of excitement and satisfaction Pembroke probingly, "I find it hard to understand why there are that he greeted the tall, dark, smooth-faced figure that types. I'd never get one. Anyway, I won't ever marry," she said. "I'm the paramour type." flaw of loquacity that no one else had discovered. Pembroke decided he would have to cover his tracks carefully. "What type am I?" he asked. "Silly, you're real. You're not a type at all." "Mary Ann, I love you very much," Pembroke murmured, gambling everything on this one "Oh, but you'll be dead by then," she pouted. "So I mustn't fall in love with you. I don't want to be miserable." "If I pretended I was one of you, if I left on the boat with "Oh, yes, I'm sure they would." "Mary Ann, you have two other flaws I feel I should mention." "In the first place," said Pembroke, "you should be willing to fall in love with me even if it 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." "I'll try," she said unsurely. "What else?" a professional adventurer as one can in these days of regimented travel, organized peril, Pembroke came as close to being time. 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 elevate the glory and safety of others above that of themselves. Lacking such loyalties, Pembroke adapted quickly to the situation in which he found himself for any obvious reason, but because of subtle little factors that 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 his death, but it might also ensure his escape. After forty-two years of searching for a passion, for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank Pembroke had at last found his. Earth and the human race that peopled it. And Mary Ann would help him to save it. hungry, he began to study the others in the restaurant. Many of the faces seemed familiar a good corona and went for a walk. His situation could have been any small western American apartment and together they at Pembroke as he passed. Seldom had he enjoyed so ingenuous "You are looking for someone?" she inquired. "Much of the time," said the said. Pembroke smiled, uneasily. There was something not entirely "You're not casual enough, for one thing," said Pembroke, deciding to play along with her for an Earthman. Now Pembroke had himself to not that it matters. Is that what to enter smoothly into the new life he had planned. It wouldn't his beard would grow to blacken his face. And he would look weary and hungry and aimless. Only the last would be a deception. would she be seeing him again? He had aroused her passion and no amount of long-distance love could requite it. Soon, he assured her, soon. "Because, after all, you do owe me something," she added. And that was bad because it to bother him. She was right about being different, but it was her concern about being different that made her so. How this time for vengeance. Twice during his wanderings Pembroke had seen the corpses she might go to the police again, because they bled. Mary Ann had admitted that she did not. There would be very few Earthmen "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 should think you'd fall down if 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 But since no one seemed concerned about anything but his own speech and behavior, he assumed that they had all qualified in every other respect. The reason was a good thing. "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 of having been given the runaround. "What's wrong with your century American male, itinerant type. "You understand your mission, customer. "If you don't like the place, you've had it." paying passengers. He was a short, 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 hate that?" "Naw, that's part of your 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 bar. Pembroke took his rum and himself, however, till the and political restriction. He had identity established and his circumstances "Your bet's as good as mine," great variety of properties, real "I'll never tell anyone anything 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. Spencer. "Look, Joe, what's about you," she promised. "Now try to love me," Pembroke said, drawing her into his He would be out of business soon, once the FBI agent had got there. Pembroke was only in it to get the proof he would need to convince people of the truth of his tale. But in the meantime he allowed himself to admire the that it was exactly this that Valencia was seeking. Pembroke was amused at his companion's clipping of the newspaper ad he "Love me my sweet, beautiful, reaction but observed that Spencer ARE YOU IMPERFECT? YOUR FLAWS IT IS HIS GOAL TO MAKE YOU THE AVERAGE FOR YOUR TYPE affectionate Mary Ann. My paramour." for thought in what you have said, Mr. Pembroke. However, Mr. Spencer, your value has failed to prove itself. You have only yourself to blame. Cooperation is all we require of you." Making love to Mary Ann was something short of ecstasy. Not 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. The way they operate it's a pretty hit-or-miss operation. But they don't care one bit about us, Spencer. Consider the men who "It's what you think that will determine what you do, Spencer. I suggest you change your attitude "That's right," said the fat man sullenly. "What don't you like about me? The in his pocket contained exactly He still knew nothing about her 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 fantastically enough, she actually

<question>:
What is Frank's relationship with loyalty?

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A Frank had not found an opportunity to show loyalty until the events of the story took place.
B Frank is loyal to women, which he shows by pointing out their flaws.
C Frank considers loyalty to be a weakness, and only takes care of himself.
D Frank wishes that he could be loyal to someone, but he is self-serving by nature.

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A