That was the house my father had grown up in.

Her father was growing nervous, and could not understand her.

"Did your father really grow these things in just five or six weeks?"

His father had grown even more religious in his old age.

It was not as if her father had grown up in a home with any coherent sense of Jewish identity.

His father suddenly grew ill and died on August 20, 1851.

They would have grown up into beautiful people, no doubt, at the same time their mother and father grew old together.

But my father has grown Christian in his old age.

My father grew up there, and spoke of it so often.

Your father will be growing still more nervous about you.