3.
They might almost seem to have courted the crown of martyrdom.
Prescott.
Guilt and misery . . . court privacy and solitude.
De Quincey.
A well-worn pathway courted us
To one green wicket in a privet hedge.
Tennyson.
Court
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3.
They might almost seem to have courted the crown of martyrdom.
Prescott.
Guilt and misery . . . court privacy and solitude.
De Quincey.
A well-worn pathway courted us
To one green wicket in a privet hedge.
Tennyson.
Court
(