cadger

There are some good friends of mine who could buy up your theatre and you and your miserable little soul at a moment's notice, and to look at them you would think they were cadgers.

The rooms were filthy; and upon entering them in succession, the women and children commenced in the cadgers' whine to beg.

I told ye, ye know, that ‘the king, might come in the cadger’s way.’

There the professional cadger toasted a herring, while his companions cooked scraps of meat or toasted cheese.

This drunken cadger was a thoroughly bad lot, insolent and cringing, and it seemed evident that he had got round Semyon Ivanovitch in some way.