The power he longed for could not be represented by agitated fingers clutching a heap of coin, or by the half-barbarous, half-idiotic triumph in the eyes of a man who sweeps within his arms the ventures of twenty chapfallen companions.
George Eliot. Middlemarch
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I venture to say, your niggers would be quite chop-fallen in a place where some of your plantation niggers would be singing and whooping like all possessed.
Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin
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Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap- fall'n?