Blackguardly

As the cab drew up before the address indicated, the fog lifted a little and showed him a dingy street, a gin palace, a low French eating house, a shop for the retail of penny numbers and twopenny salads, many ragged children huddled in the doorways, and many women of many different nationalities passing out, key in hand, to have a morning glass; and the next moment the fog settled down again upon that part, as brown as umber, and cut him off from his blackguardly surroundings.

Blackguardly barneys called boxing competitions.

Slipping the rope from the jenny, he handed her off to his fellow in blackguardly deals, and with remarkable inconspicuity put on the halter and dug in his heels.