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He had , I presume , sufficient regard for the inoffensive little thing to be content she should be happy , therefore did not interfere with what his clerks counted so little to the honour of the bank . But although , as I have said , he still doubted Clare , true eyes in whatever head must have perceived that the child was in charge of an angel . The countenance of Clare with Ann in his arms , was so peaceful , so radiant of simple satisfaction , that surely there were some in that large town who , seeing them , thought of the angels that do alway behold the face of the Father in heaven . One evening in the early summer , when they had resumed their walks after five o'clock , they saw , in a waste place , where houses had been going to be built for the last two years , a number of caravans drawn up in order . A rush of hope filled the heart of Clare : what if it should be the menagerie he knew so well ! And , sure enough , there was Mr. Halliwell superintending operations ! But if Glum Gunn were about , he might find it awkward with the child in his arms !