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So much had happened that Nicol Patoff was scarcely more than a pleasant memory, and now, as I thought of him, it was not exactly as I had done years before. He had gone out of my life, and another had taken his place, and my cheeks burned with both regret and shame, that I could not feel happier to hear news of him. But any delight I might have felt was swallowed up by what happened as M. Seguin left the room.
Alex had finished her hearth, and, with a politeness I had often noticed in her, opened the door for him, and bowed him out, bending very low, and straightening so quickly that her crooked back began to move down toward her waist, leaving a flat surface where the ridge had been.