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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money operators all wore earmuffs—was for a job, was not at all the public picture of a banker. His suit of hound's-tooth checks, the scarlet vest peeping above the vee of his to Orison. He, too, she observed, wore earmuffs. His were more formal fantastic novel of some sort, named The Hobbit . Reading this peculiar a new man, ears concealed behind scarlet earmuffs. In the car, coming gentlemen whipped off their hats with a single motion as Orison stepped favored her with no gambit to enter their conversations. Orison sighed, her initial report. Item: some of the men at the Bank wore earmuffs, said. "Testing," the male voice repeated. "One, two, three three, two, one. Do you read me? Over." "You make it sound so improper," Orison said. was bowing. And she saw with some gratification that he was not wearing earmuffs. "My name," the stranger said, "is Dink Gerding. I am President of this bank, and wish at this time to welcome you to our little family." reasonably astute sixth-grader couldn't do as well," Orison said. "You'll be reading silently before long," Mr. Gerding said. He smiled, as though this explained everything. "By the way, your official presence, was obviously as kookie as his bank. asked, as though following her train of thought. "No, sir," she said. "Though I've been associated with a rather large with calling me 'sir.' My name is Dink. It is ridiculous, but I'd enjoy "Dink?" she asked. "And I suppose you're to call me Orison?" Direct, she thought. Perhaps that's why he's president of a bank, and still so young. "We've hardly met," she said. stayed square. The crisp clicking of his steps, a military metronome, to the elevator. When the door slicked open Orison, staring after Dink, just head-and-neck. But not to her. To Dink Gerding. of the desk, "and pounce ever so hard." She smiled. Opulent, Orison thought. Built like a burlesque queen. No, she thought, I don't like her. Can't. Wouldn't if I could. Never cared for cats. Auga Vingt. Auga, to my friends." "Won't you sit down, Miss Vingt?" "Thanks," Orison said. "Common courtesy," Miss Vingt explained. "Also, darling, I'd like to draw your attention to one little point. Dink Gerding—you know, the shoulders and muscles and crewcut? Well, he's posted property. Should you throw your starveling charms at my Dink, you'd only get your little eyes scratched out. Word to the wise, n'est-ce pas ?" "So remember, Tiny, Dink Gerding is mine. You're all alone up here. displaying, Orison thought, a disgraceful amount of ungirdled rhumba motion. and shook her head. "Excuse me, sir," she said. "It's just that ... Vingt thing...." "Auga is rather intense," the new Mr. Gerding said. "Yeah, intense," Orison said. "Like a kidney-stone." Dink's elder brother. I understand you've met Dink already." even closer than Dink's. His mustache was gray-tipped, like a patch and his eyes, like Dink's, were cobalt blue. The normal. Mr. Kraft Gerding bowed—what continental manners these bankers Instead, Kraft Gerding smiled a smile as frosty as his mustache and said, "I understand that my younger brother has been talking with you, Miss McCall. Quite proper, I know. But I must warn you against mixing shouted. "You can take this crazy bank ... into bankruptcy, for all I care. I'm not going to perch up here, target for every uncaged idiot in finance, and listen to another word." "Dearest lady, my humblest pardon," Kraft Gerding said, bowing again, charming asset the wise...." " N'est-ce pas? " Orison said. "Well, Buster, here's a word to the foolish. Get lost." Kraft Gerding bowed and flashed his gelid smile. "Until we meet again?" Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with a cold, quick bow, then disappeared into the mysterious heights above fifth floor. First the unspeakable Auga Vingt, then the obnoxious Kraft Gerding. Surely, Orison thought, recovering the Wall Street Journal from her wastebasket and smoothing it, no one would convert a major Midwestern bank into a lunatic asylum. How else, though, could the behavior of the Earmuffs be explained? Could madmen run a bank? Why not, she Dink ger-Dink d'summa. " Orison scribbled down this intelligence in bemused Gregg before "Oh. Hi, Miss McCall," the voice said. "Guess I goofed. I'm in kinda clutch. This is Wanji. I got a kite for Mr. Dink Gerding. If you see sumo -wrestlers protested. "Elder Compassion has no rank," Kraft Gerding said. "Miss McCall, you must tell me what you were doing here, or I'll toss you to the spiders." "Dink ... Dink!" Orison shouted. "I came to bring a message to Dink," Orison said. "Let me go, you acromegalic apes!" "The message?" Kraft Gerding demanded. "Something about escudo green. Put me down!" though struck by lightning, their arms thrown out before them, their faces abject against the floor. Kraft Gerding was slowly lowering himself to one knee. Dink had entered the spider-room. Without "I...." Dink brought his right fist up from hip-level, crashing it into Kraft's jaw. Kraft Gerding joined the Earmuffs on the floor. "If you'd care to stand again, Elder Brother, you may attempt to recover your dignity without regard for the difference in our rank." Kraft struggled to one knee and remained kneeling, gazing up at Dink " Kraft Gerding arose, stared for a moment at Dink and Orison, then, with the merest hint of a bow, led his two giant Earmuffs to the elevator. "I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison," Dink said. "Why did you do to Dink, keeping her eyes on the nearest spidertank. "I had to see "You're too curious, and Wanji is too careless," Dink said. "Now, what "Strange," Dink said. He walked over to the nearest tank and plucked She backed away from Dink Gerding and the minuscule creature he cupped the bowl of his hand. "Pretty little fellow, isn't he?" Dink asked. "I'd be happier if you did," Dink said. Orison extended her hand as into a furnace. Dink brushed the "He's like a baby crawdad," Orison said. "A sort of crustacean," Dink agreed. "We use them in a commercial "That's still a secret," Dink said, smiling. "I can't tell even you perched up on the rear four of his six microscopic legs, scratching against her high-school class-ring with his tiny chelae. "They like gold," Dink explained, peering across her shoulder, comfortably close. "They're attracted to it by a chemical tropism, as children are attracted to candy. Toss him back into his tank, Orison. We'd better get you down where you belong." "That's the hymn of the Microfabridae," Dink said. "They all sing Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to "It's an ancient song," Dink said. "The Microfabridae have been

<question>:
People around him describe Dink as a…

<options>:
A brute
B ladies’ man
C hard-working entrepreneur
D nerd

<answer>:

B