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And--if he cares to tell me where Alixe is I shall be grateful and do no harm." She turned toward the door, stopped short, came back, and made her adieux, then started again toward the door, not noticing Lansing.
"With your permission," said Boots at her shoulder in a very low voice.
She looked up, surprised, her eyes still wet.

Then comprehending the compliment of his attendance, acknowledged it with a faint smile.
"Good-night," he said to Nina.