When I was only halfway up, however, she called to me from the bottom of the stairs, with Dickon’s father, Major William Weeks, just behind her.
Major Weeks was much older than my own father, as Dickon was nearly at the tail end of the major’s string of thirteen children. Still, he was of fine address and quite handsome for a man of his age. It occurred to me that Dickon looked very much like his father, except for the white hair, of course. He certainly matched him in height.
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