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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wife, Jane, that is...." "Yes?" said the priest. He took his pen out of the holder. "I think, with the proper ... ah ... you know. What I mean is, I think she might look with favor on you in the Changing of the Wives, if I said a few well chosen words in your behalf." "And with your permission, Father...." "Ah...." "She's a very pretty woman." "Ah.... Quite so." "Well, about Wanda. I really shouldn't mention this. But Father, if we "He shore better," the man in front of him said loudly. "Be still," his wife said. "People's lookin' at ya." are short one woman...." "Hummmm." "I don't care a smidgen," he said, "if en they ayre." "Please," she said. participation in the Festival." "Justice is a priestly virtue," Harry said. "And you really think your wife would...?" "Oh, yes, Father." "Well, ahem. But...." "Uh?" "That is to say, in order for a woman to join in the ritual of the Changing of the Wives, she must, ahem, be married." "I never thought of that," said the third mate disconsolately. "I think that can be arranged, however," said Nestir. "If you go by the "The other evening," he said, "—Gelday it was, to be exact—one of the crew came to me with a complaint." "Well, I'll be damned," Joanne Marie's husband said loudly. "Well, then, say the first day of Wenslaus, that would be—ah, a Zentahday—I may depend upon you to wed Wanda Miller, the bosun's daughter, yes?" "No," said the captain. true." Joanne Marie's husband sighed deeply. "Three, you will recall, were wise. When Prophet was at Meizque, they Nestir cleared his throat. "It was about the Casting Off. That's why to say anything." that...." ponderously, with great dignity, to his own. It was a very fine stateroom. The finest, but for Nestir's, in the whole ship. The velvet and gold drapes (his single esthetic joy) were scented with exotic perfume. The carpet was an inch and a half thick. He walked through his office without breaking his stride. The bed was large and fluffy. An unbroken expanse of white coverlette the day for the Festival of the Casting Off!'" The little fellow was pleased by the rustle of approval from the audience. "God damn, hit's about time!" Joanne Marie's husband said. Nestir cleared his throat again. "Hummm. Uh. And the day is not very far distant," said Nestir. "I knowed there was a catch to hit," Joanne Marie's husband said. "I know you will have many questions yes, I know you will have—ah, "Husband," Wanda said simply. She closed the door behind her and stood staring at him. "Madam," he said, "I hope you will have the kindness not to refer to me by that indecent appelation a second time." "Gee. You say the cutest things. I'm awful glad you had to marry me, huh." The captain stood up, adjusted his coat and his shoulders, and walked Festival, so you can look back on it and say, uh, uh—this day was the real high point of your whole life!" Everyone but Joanne Marie's husband cheered. He sat glumly muttering to himself. Nestir bobbed his shiny head at them and beamed his cherubic smile. And noticed that there was a little blonde, one of the crewmen's wives, in the front row that had very cute ankles. While they were still cheering and stomping and otherwise expressing "This?" "I say. Have you decided on this Carstar thing yet, Father?" but of course I haven't the time. I'll have to decide something." "He had a very pretty wife," the third mate said. "Yes, very." Nestir agreed. "But as I was saying, if it could be proven that the culstem fell due to no negligence on his part, either that no stigma would be attached." He speared his meat and chewed it thoughtfully. "But it wasn't at all bloody," the wife of the second mate said. "I scarcely think he felt it at all. It happened too fast." Nestir swallowed the mouthful of food and washed it down with a gulp of he died as miserable a death as anyone could desire." "Yes," said the second mate's wife. "I remember that. I read about it in the newspapers." "But it was a case of obvious "Oh, very," said the steward. "I don't know," the second mate's wife said, "whether you better count on my husband or not. I have my own plans for him." "This problem of Carstar interests me," the third mate said. "Did I ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby." "He was a very annoying child," his wife said. "He probably wouldn't have lived, anyway," the third mate said. "Puny "That," said Nestir, "is not at all like the Carstar case. Not at all. "As I see it," Nestir said, "if the intent was the natural maternal instinct of the mother to release her child from its duty, then...." "Oh, not at all," the third mate's wife said. "I did it to make him stop crying." "Well, in that case, I see no reason why he shouldn't get his Reward." "I do not," Jane contradicted. "Now, honey, you know you do so." At that moment, he lost interest in his wife and leaned across the table toward the captain, "Well?" he asked. The captain rolled the wine over his tongue. "You were right, of woman." "There wouldn't be one short if he had brought a wife," the first mate's wife said, looking squarely at the captain. because you have to stay with your husband." "All right, so I am. But it's true. And if Carstar hadn't been killed, there would have been two short." She shot a wicked glance at Nestir. "Why don't you and him share a woman—" "Martha!" "Although the Prophet knows what woman in her right mind would consent to...." it, someone will have to do without a woman." Nestir blushed. "I'll look it over very carefully, but you must realize The third mate, whose name was Harry, stood before the mirror combing his hair. He had been combing his hair for the last fifteen minutes. "I suppose the crew is celebrating?" his wife said. "I suppose." She stood up and walked over to the dresser. Absently she began to "Pish-tush." "No, Harry. I mean it. Helen looked at me strangely all through dinner. She has three children, you know." "You're imagining things." "But she does have three children." "I mean about her looking at you." "Oh." "Yes, dear?" "Don't you really think she's awful young?" "Huh-uh." "I mean, why don't you pick someone else? Like Mary? She's awful sweet. I'll bet she'd be better." "Probably." "She's a lot of fun." "Oh, I don't know." She looked down at her legs, raised them up from the floor and held them out in front of her. "I think I'd kind of like Nestir. With his funny bald head. I hope he asks me." "I thought so. Well, remember this, dear: It isn't the day of the Changing of the Wives yet. Don't forget." "If Nestir lets me." "Say. Harry. Do you suppose your wife would...?" shrugged. "I don't exactly approve, of course, but ... I'm sure if he doesn't want her, she'd be glad to hear your offer."

<question>:
What is the Carstar thing?

<options>:
A Someone was killed.
B A person attempted to avoid duty by hastening to the Reward.
C There was questionable intent.
D He had a very pretty wife.

<answer>:

A