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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room that Pembroke became aware of just how perfect, physically, Mary Ann was. Too perfect. No freckles or moles anywhere on the visible surface of Pembroke probingly, "I find it hard to understand why there are so few children." "Yes, children are decorative, aren't they," said Mary Ann. "I do wish there were more of them." "Oh, they're only given to maternal types. I'd never get one. Anyway, I won't ever marry," she said. "I'm the paramour type." Either that, or she had a basic flaw of loquacity that no one else had discovered. Pembroke decided "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 throw. "When you go to Earth I'll miss you terribly." "Oh, but you'll be dead by then," she pouted. "So I mustn't fall in love with you. I don't want had commenced on a dismal, with you. Wouldn't they?" "Oh, yes, I'm sure they would." "Mary Ann, you have two other flaws I feel I should mention." "Yes? Please tell me." will eventually make you unhappy. How can you be the paramour type if you refuse to fall in last thing he heard for some time. Pembroke came as close to being a professional adventurer as one can in these days of regimented and otherwise. Life had given him much and demanded little, which was perhaps the reason of her tanned cheeks. "Love me my sweet, beautiful, affectionate Mary Ann. My paramour." Making love to Mary Ann was something short of ecstasy. Not for any obvious reason, but because of subtle little factors that make a woman a woman. Mary Ann had no pulse. Mary Ann did not perspire. Mary Ann did not fatigue gradually but all at once. Mary Ann breathed regularly under all circumstances. Mary Ann talked and talked and talked. But then, Mary Ann was not a human being. When she left the hotel at midnight, 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 what it should, approximately Pembroke had at last found his. Earth and the human race that peopled it. And Mary Ann would help him to save it. The next morning Pembroke the city. Pembroke said he was going out anyway. He picked up Mary Ann at her apartment and together they went to a sporting goods store. jeep and were well away from the city. Pembroke and Mary Ann took turns firing at the paper targets they had purchased. At twilight they headed back to the "You are looking for someone?" sand and soil were mixed and no footprints would be left, Pembroke hopped off. Mary Ann would go straight to the police and report that Pembroke had attacked There was something not entirely him. If necessary, she would conduct Though the rest of her compensated for that. shooting, but would be unable to locate the spot where she had buried the body. Why had she buried it? Because at first she where they had been target the authorities to the place was not going to report the incident. probably be no further investigation. And they certainly would not prosecute Mary Ann for killing an Earthman. Now Pembroke had himself to she inquired. "Much of the time," said the one, but should be considerably safer. He headed slowly for the "old" part of town, aging his would she be seeing him again? after six," she said. 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 sounded as if she had been giving it was her concern about being specialty shops. He tried to get the woman off his mind, but the that to her? this time for vengeance. of Earthmen being carted out of buildings. They had to be Earthmen because they bled. Mary Ann Twice during his wanderings Pembroke had seen the corpses had admitted that she did not. to Pembroke's present occupation him if he were reported as being on the loose. There was no out but to do away with Mary Ann. Pembroke headed for the beach. He knew she invariably There would be very few Earthmen a ship. It was leaving that afternoon. Anyone who docks every day, without being able to learn when the great Pembroke. "You're in too much of a hurry. Also those fake flowers on your blouse make you look frumpy." "Well, I'm supposed to look frumpy," the woman retorted. "That's the type of person I am. was to leave shortly. If there was any but the most superficial examination, Pembroke would no in every other respect. The reason for transporting Earth People to this planet was, of course, to apply a corrective to any of the docks. Almost at once he found himself face to face with Mary Ann. She smiled happily when she recognized him. That was a good thing. "It is a sign of poor breeding to smile at tramps," Pembroke admonished her in a whisper. "Walk on ahead." roped-off wharves small interviewing booths. When it was their turn, he and Mary Ann off to service a car with a sense of having been given the runaround. Pembroke watched him hurry "Say, come back again, huh? I sure appreciate the help. Keep the map." "What do you think of the had qualified as a satisfactory surrogate for a mid-twentieth century American male, itinerant type. walking away to wait on another customer. "If you don't like the place, you've had it." Pembroke returned to the In the meantime, serve us well." He stumbled out toward the docks, then looked about for Mary Ann. He saw her at last behind the ropes, her lovely face in tears. Elena Mia's all lovely, all effusive. The topic of the conversation turned out to be precisely what Pembroke the ship, ignoring her. But still "Well, Louisa, I'd say your only fault is the way you keep the woman persisted in her had predicted. pass the interview. Don't know why they even make 'em." Suddenly Mary Ann was quiet. companion explained. "They'll take her off to the buggy house for a few days and bring her out fresh and ignorant as the "Naw, that's part of your charm," Spencer assured her. hate that?" day she was assembled. Don't know why they keep making 'em, as I say. But I guess there's a Pembroke went right on hating happy, with two other itinerant Elena Mia on a piece of wreckage, and had been picked Pembroke left the beach and walked through several small "Ah, no, not you, too," groaned oddness of her conversation continued to bother him. She was desk. He would be out of business soon, once the FBI agent had got there. Pembroke was only in it to papers for the past week. The little ad that had saved mankind from God-knew-what insidious to explain FEE—$3.75 MONEY BACK IF NOT SATISFIED! THE END some womanly thought to the situation. pretty hit-or-miss operation. But they don't care one bit about us, Spencer. Consider the men who went down with the ship. That was just part of the game." sunk the ship? Valencia and the waitress and the three babes? Ah, come on." "It's what you think that will determine what you do, Spencer. normal about her conversation. "What don't you like about and put on the new suit and shirt he had bought. Then he took Mary Ann, the woman he had met on the beach, out to dinner. She would look magnificent even 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

<question>:
How does Pembrook feel about Mary Ann?

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A Pembrook is in love with Mary Ann.
B Pembrook feels betrayed by Mary Ann because she was plotting to kill him.
C At, first Mary Ann was a means to an end, but now Pembrook is in love with her.
D Mary Ann is a means to an end for Pembrook.

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D