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- George Herbert

The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;

White is their colour, and behold my head.

But must they have my brain? must they dispark

Those sparkling notions, which therein were bred?

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A fight involving three or more individuals, teams, or factions; fought until one person, team, or faction is left standing.

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Chapter XVIII. Tom’s Feelings Investigated—wonderful Dream—becky

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Thatcher Overshadowed—Tom Becomes Jealous—Black Revenge

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