1 He might almost be your father.
2 My father and he quarrelled long ago.
3 His father had purchased the estate for the sake of the game covers.
4 God is my father; God is my friend: I love Him; I believe He loves me.
5 He is a proud man: all the Rochesters were proud: and his father, at least, liked money.
6 I shall not stay long at Morton, now that my father is dead, and that I am my own master.
7 It was by his advice that my father risked most of his property in the speculation that ruined him.
8 I leave no one to regret me much: I have only a father; and he is lately married, and will not miss me.
9 Mr. Rowland Rochester was not quite just to Mr. Edward; and perhaps he prejudiced his father against him.
10 My father said nothing about her money; but he told me Miss Mason was the boast of Spanish Town for her beauty: and this was no lie.
11 My father and my brother Rowland knew all this; but they thought only of the thirty thousand pounds, and joined in the plot against me.
12 He had been called away by the sudden death of his father: he was at Marsh End now, and would very likely stay there a fortnight longer.
13 Her father was affable; and when he entered into conversation with me after tea, he expressed in strong terms his approbation of what I had done in Morton school, and said he only feared, from what he saw and heard, I was too good for the place, and would soon quit it for one more suitable.
14 My father always cherished the idea that he would atone for his error by leaving his possessions to us; that letter informs us that he has bequeathed every penny to the other relation, with the exception of thirty guineas, to be divided between St. John, Diana, and Mary Rivers, for the purchase of three mourning rings.