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He had been so long gone that Mr. Woolrige found fault with him for it . Clare told him he had met Miss Shotover with her sister , and the child seemed so tired he had asked leave to carry her with him , Mr. Woolrige was not pleased , but he said nothing ; on the spot the clerks nicknamed him _ Nursie _ ; and Clare did his best to justify the appellation-he never lost a chance of acting up to it , and always answered when they summoned him by it . Before the week was ended , he sought an interview with Miss Shotover , and asked her whether he might not take little Ann out for a walk whenever the evening was fine . For at five o'clock the doors of the bank were shut , and in half an hour after he was free . Miss Shotover said she saw no objection , and would tell the nurse to have her ready as often as the weather was fit ; whereupon Clare left her with a gratitude far beyond any degree of that emotion by her conceivable . The nurse , on her part , was willing to gratify Clare , and not sorry to be rid of the child , who was not one , indeed , to interest any ordinary woman . The summer came and was peculiarly fine , and almost every evening Clare might be seen taking his pleasure -- neither like bank-clerk nor like nurse-maid , for always he had little Ann in his arms , or was leading her along with care and entire attention : he never let her walk except on entreaty , and not always then .