billingsgate

Not many years since, one of the London notorieties was to hear the fishwomen at Billingsgate abuse each other.

But I have an infernally absurd jargon—half the language of men of the world and of letters, half of Billingsgate.

The two women recommenced their billingsgate, the boy stuttered, the soldiers laughed, and the dog howled.

I went down to Billingsgate Stairs and took boat and was rowed about the ships in the Pool.