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LNBI 10229 S. Cenk Sahinalp (Ed.)
Research in Computational
Molecular Biology
21st Annual International Conference, RECOMB 2017
Hong Kong, China, May 3–7, 2017
Proceedings
123
Lecture Notes in Bioinformatics 10229
Research in Computational
Molecular Biology
21st Annual International Conference, RECOMB 2017
Hong Kong, China, May 3–7, 2017
Proceedings
123
Editor
S. Cenk Sahinalp
Indiana University Bloomington
Bloomington, IN
USA
Program Committee
Max Alekseyev George Washington University, USA
Rolf Backofen Albert Ludwigs University of Freiburg, Germany
Vineet Bafna University of California, San Diego, USA
Chris Bailey-Kellogg Dartmouth College, USA
Nuno Bandeira UCSD, USA
Ziv Bar-Joseph Carnegie Mellon University, USA
Niko Beerenwinkel ETH Zurich, Switzerland
Bonnie Berger Massachusetts Institute of Technology, USA
Mathieu Blanchette McGill University, USA
Sebastian Böcker Friedrich Schiller University of Jena, Germany
Lenore Cowen Tufts University, USA
Nadia El-Mabrouk University of Montreal, Canada
Irit Gat-Viks Tel Aviv University, Israel
David Gifford MIT, USA
Raluca Gordan Duke University, USA
Fereydoun Hormozdiari University of California, Davis, USA
Trey Ideker University of California, San Diego, USA
Tao Jiang University of California, Riverside, USA
Vladimir Jojic University of North Carolina, USA
John Kececiogu University of Arizona, USA
Manolis Kellis MIT, USA
Carl Kingsford Carnegie Mellon University, USA
Gunnar W. Klau CWI, The Netherlands
Jens Lagergren SBC and CSC, KTH
Max Leiserson Tufts University, USA
Ming Li University of Waterloo, Canada
Jian Ma Carnegie Mellon University, USA
Paul Medvedev Pennsylvania State University, USA
Bernard Moret EPFL, Switzerland
Veli Mäkinen University of Helsinki, Finland
William Stafford Noble University of Washington, USA
Laxmi Parida IBM T.J. Watson Research Center, USA
Bogdan Pasaniuc UCLA, USA
Jian Peng University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, USA
Yann Ponty CNRS/LIX, Polytechnique
Teresa Przytycka NIH, USA
Ben Raphael Princeton University, USA
Knut Reinert FU Berlin, Germany
VIII Organization
Additional Reviewers
Species Tree Estimation Using ASTRAL: How Many Genes Are Enough? . . . 393
Shubhanshu Shekhar, Sebastien Roch, and Siavash Mirarab
XIV Contents
Abstract. While mutation rates can vary markedly over the residues
of a protein, multiple sequence alignment tools typically use the same
values for their scoring-function parameters across a protein’s entire
length. We present a new approach, called adaptive local realignment,
that in contrast automatically adapts to the diversity of mutation rates
along protein sequences. This builds upon a recent technique known
as parameter advising that finds global parameter settings for align-
ers, to adaptively find local settings. Our approach in essence identifies
local regions with low estimated accuracy, constructs a set of candidate
realignments using a carefully-chosen collection of parameter settings,
and replaces the region if a realignment has higher estimated accuracy.
This new method of local parameter advising, when combined with prior
methods for global advising, boosts alignment accuracy as much as 26%
over the best default setting on hard-to-align protein benchmarks, and
by 6.4% over global advising alone. Adaptive local realignment, imple-
mented within the Opal aligner using the Facet accuracy estimator, is
available at facet.cs.arizona.edu.
1 Introduction
Ever since the 1960s, it has been known that proteins can have distinct muta-
tion rates at different locations along the molecule [11]. The amino acids at some
positions in a protein may stay unmutated for long periods of time, while other
regions change a great deal (sometimes called “hypermutable regions”). This has
led to methods in phylogeny construction that take variable mutation rates into
account when building trees from sequences [26]. In multiple sequence alignment,
however, variation in mutation rates across sequences to our knowledge has yet
to be successfully exploited to improve alignment accuracy. Multiple sequence
alignments are typically computed using a single setting of values for the para-
meters of the alignment scoring function. This single parameter setting affects
The work of both authors was performed at the University of Arizona.
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S.C. Sahinalp (Ed.): RECOMB 2017, LNBI 10229, pp. 1–17, 2017.
DOI: 10.1007/978-3-319-56970-3 1
Boosting Alignment Accuracy by Adaptive Local Realignment 13
Fig. 6. Advising accuracy versus advisor set cardinality. The horizontal axis is the
cardinality of the advisor set used by the advising methods. The vertical axis shows
the advising accuracy of the default parameter setting, local advising, global advising,
and the combined advising method, averaged across difficulty bins.
but the accuracy increases on all bins. Overall using local advising increases the
accuracy of the default alignments by and average of 4.5% across bins.
Combining local and global advising substantially improves the accuracy over
either of the methods individually. This is most pronounced for the hardest to
align benchmarks. For the bottom two bins using both parameter advising and
adaptive local realignment increases the accuracy by 23.0% and 25.6% accuracy
over using just the default parameter choices. Additionally, using adaptive local
realignment increases the accuracy by 5.9% and 6.4% accuracy on the bottom
most bins over using parameter advising alone. On average thats an 8.9% increase
in accuracy over all bins by using the combined procedure over using just the
default parameter choice and a 3.1% increase over using only parameter advising.
Since an alignment is produced for each region of local realignment for each
parameter choice in the advisor set, and the running time is dependent on the
size of the advisor set, it may be desirable to use a smaller set than used in
the previous section to reduce the running time of local (and global) advising.
We produced oracle advisor sets for cardinalities k = 2, . . . , 15 and used them
to test the effect of local advising both alone and in combination with global
advising. Figure 6 shows the average advising accuracies of using advisor sets of
increasing cardinalities for adaptive local realignment applied to the Opal default
alignment, global advising alone, and global combined with local advising. The
figure shows the accuracy of both combined local and global advising strategies
described in Sect. 3.4: adaptive local realignment applied to best global align-
ment found though advising and adaptive local realignment applied to all global
14 D. DeBlasio and J. Kececioglu
Fig. 7. Accuracy of the default alignment and local realignment using TCS and Facet
with various advisor set cardinalities. This figure compares the accuracy of alignments
produced by the Opal default parameter settings applying local realignment using either
the TCS or Facet estimator. The horizontal axis is the cardinality of the oracle advising
set used for local realignment. The vertical axis shows the accuracy of the alignments
produced by each of the advising methods, averaged across difficulty bins.
alignments. The cardinality of the set used for both global and local advising is
shown on the horizontal axis, while the vertical axis shows alignment accuracy
uniformly averaged across bins.
The accuracy of alignments produced by all four methods shown eventually
reaches a plateau where adding additional parameters to the advisor set no
longer increases the alignment accuracy. This plateau is reached at cardinality
k = 10 when local realignment is applied to the default alignments and at k = 6
for parameter advising with and without local realignment, but this plateau is
higher for the combined methods. Across all cardinalities using local combined
with global advising improves alignment accuracy by nearly 4% on average.
Note that when local realignment is applied to all global alignments the advisor
is now choosing from a set of alignments which have higher accuracy than their
corresponding original alignments.
The results above uniformly average advising accuracy across bins. In con-
trast, if we report advising accuracy uniformly averaged across benchmarks, Opal
on its default parameter choice achieves accuracy 80.4%, local or global advising
alone increases this accuracy to 82.1% and 81.8% respectively, and combining
both methods increases the accuracy to 83.1% (all at cardinality k = 10). Other
aligners have accuracies: Clustal Omega, 77.3%; MUSCLE, 78.1%; MAFFT, 79.4%.
Figure 7 shows the average accuracy of local advising on default alignments using
both Facet and TCS (the next-best estimator for advising [5,15]). These results
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chair ... Urbain has told you how things have gone with me?"
"Had I won the day at the Convention I should have delivered him—but
now...."
"But if ... but if you should not succeed?" asked Clarisse, allowing her
mother's heart to overcome her.
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At my fall he will be looked upon as a hero. He will be restored to you both
... to you both," he repeated gently, looking at Thérèse the while.
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room by which you entered... Urbain will fetch you as soon as we have
started for the Tuileries, and will take you to a safe retreat, where you will
await the course of events... If I am vanquished again you are also free...."
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"The dead?"
Loud cries and calls from the Commune's Council Hall, resounded
through the open door.
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armchair.
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longer the Convention would take the offensive.... Every moment was
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"Hallo, there! Wait a while! Where are you running to, cowards?
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Lebas, who had also approached one of the windows, stood back
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"Very well! let us go! And God grant that the defenders of the
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"Before starting," suggested Payan, "you had better sign this last
proclamation. It will serve to rouse the sectioners of the Pignes Quarter."
"But the people," asked Lebas, "the people are with us?"
No! the people were no longer with the insurgents. They had turned
back, and were following the assailants with loud cheers. Robespierre and
his friends could even then hear their deafening shouts and threats.
"Hark! Do you hear them?" said Didier. "They are on the quay!"
"It would be absolute madness! Prepare yourselves for the fight! Get the
guns ready. There are artillerymen enough in the square to shoot them all
down."
Coffinhal ran to the window to give a signal to the gunners. A loud cry
of "Long live the Republic!" answered him. Robespierre recommended
prudence to Coffinhal. He must instruct the gunners to let the enemy first
reach the square, and then at close quarters fire on them, while Bourdon
would be reading the decree.
Every one approved this plan, and the order was repeated to Coffinhal.
Prudence and self-possession were necessary. Didier, on being questioned,
assured them that the cannon still commanded the square. They were a
match for any assailants! Robespierre continued to give orders. The patriots
in the next room, the General Council Chamber, must be informed of the
plan. Lebas went to open the door, but started back on the threshold.
"In the name of the French Republic, the National Convention decrees
Robespierre and all those who have taken part in the rebellion to be out of
law."
Robespierre and his friends were leaning out of the windows breathless
with suspense, their eyes fastened on the artillery.
Robespierre leant on a bar of the window, his hands clenched over it, his
face pale, perspiration trickling down his forehead.
Ah! they were getting their guns ready; they would fire now!
There was a sudden movement of relief and hopefulness that lasted only
for a moment and then gave place to horror.
The sectioners had turned their cannon against the Hôtel de Ville!
One cry, the despairing cry of the vanquished, echoed through the room.
Some ran to the doors, others to the windows to get upon the roof.
Augustin Robespierre already on the ledge of one of the windows, prepared
to escape by the cornice. His foot slipped and he fell on to the pavement
amidst derisive shouts.
"They shall not have me alive!" cried Lebas, drawing two pistols from
his belt; and he placed one on the table near Robespierre, who had fallen
prostrate on a chair.
Just then a door opened and Clarisse, breathless with fear, rushed in,
clasping Thérèse tightly by the hand. Fearful and threatening sounds
entered with her through the open door.
Robespierre wildly seized the pistol from the table and pointed to the
other exit.
Clarisse dragged Thérèse towards the door, but recoiled with a terrified
shriek. Loud shouts were heard coming that way. Robespierre rushed
forward and pushed them towards another door opposite.
Clarisse and Thérèse crossed over to the other exit. But through the door
they had just left a fearful cry entered, and nailed them to the spot.
"Ah! villain. You will kill no one else, now!" and was about to fire, but
Clarisse threw herself on him, and held his arm.
And she tore the pistol from his grasp and flung it away. He looked first
at her, then at Thérèse, bewildered at their presence. Robespierre, still
grasping his pistol, silently watched the scene. His son's act was his death-
blow. Deliberately he turned the muzzle of the weapon towards himself.
"I shall kill no one else ... but myself!" he sighed, and with the word he
pulled the trigger and fell wounded on the steps of the platform. The bullet
had broken his jaw.
Thérèse, standing near Olivier, was weeping bitterly and telling him of
the efforts Robespierre had made to save them all.
The room filled rapidly from every side with the assailants armed with
pikes, swords, knives, and muskets. They rushed in, screaming and shouting
"Victory! Victory!" But all drew back on seeing Robespierre stretched on
the ground, bathed in blood. A national representative ran to the window
and announced the news to the crowd swarming in the Place de la Grêve.
"Citoyens! the tyrant has shot himself! The tyrant has forestalled the
law! Long live the Convention!"
Cries of "Long live the Convention!" re-echoed from the square, and
were taken up and repeated from afar, till they gradually died in the
distance.
"At all events, the child is saved and you also," he said.... "Let me not
pass away without your forgiveness!"
She rose with difficulty, every limb trembling, and escaped from the
crowd with Thérèse and Olivier through an open door. Some men advanced
to carry Robespierre away, who looked already like a corpse, with his eyes
closed, and the blood gushing through his lips. One man held his head,
another his legs, and thus the ghastly burden was carried through the crowd
of assailants, who stood aside to make way for it. Clarisse, standing in one
of the doorways as the gloomy procession passed, clung to her son,
imploring his pity.
"Oh! pardon him! Do you too pardon him! I beg you, pardon him!"
They shrunk back, but Clarisse all the while passionately entreated her
son to pardon Robespierre.
"Oh, hear me, my son, I implore you! Say that you forgive him!"
"Yes, mother, I forgive him, and may God have mercy on him!" Olivier
murmured, casting a long look after the grim procession till it was lost to
sight.
"Yes, quite free! I will tell you all about it presently. But we must secure
a passport if we want to leave Paris.... Let us make haste!"
The two women passed out under Olivier's protection, and descended
the Hôtel de Ville's grand staircase through the crowd, which followed
fallen Robespierre with cries of "Victory! Victory!"