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It appeared that for the last two years he had been an apprentice in a draper 's shop at Exeter , and though there he had been underfed and overworked and imprisoned from the light and air , all that he complained of was that the `` talk was bad . '' Tears came into his light eyes when he said that , and she perceived that there was nothing in his soul save sickly , deserving innocence , and of course this inexterminable love for her . There would never be any end to that . All through the midday meal he kept on putting down his fork with lumps of meat sticking on it and would say whistlingly : `` Ooh , mummie , d'you know , I used to think it must be my imagination you had such a wonderful head of hair . I do n't think I 've ever seen such another head of hair . '' But he was so good , so good . He said to her in the afternoon as they walked along the lanes to Roothing High Street , a scene the memory of which he had apparently cherished sentimentally , `` You know , mummie , when I told Aunt Susan that I was going to run away and find you , she said that I had better try my luck , but I must n't be disappointed if you did n't want me .