They crop grief after grief, chewing the cud of grievance; for when they are full of it they disgorge and regorge the abhorred sum, and have stuff for their spleens for many a year.
"The Life and Death of Richard Yea-and-Nay"
Maurice Hewlett
That unhallowed booty created a factitious aristocracy, ever fearful that they might be called upon to regorge their sacrilegious spoil.
"Coningsby"
Benjamin Disraeli