As soon as they reached Dublin, they made their way to the quarters
inhabited by the working classes. There Walter purchased shoes, and made
such alteration in their attire as to do away with their country aspect,
and give them the appearance of two young fellows belonging to the town.
Having hired a room, and made these changes, they sallied out.
The streets were thronged with foreign troops, who behaved as if in a
conquered country, swaggering along the streets, pushing the citizens out
into the middle of the road, abusing the tradesmen who refused to part
with their goods at nominal prices, making insolent remarks to any woman
who hurried past them, and behaving with a freedom and license which
showed how completely all bonds of discipline were relaxed.
"They look mighty bould," Larry whispered, "but it's mighty little of it
they show when they see the Irish horse advancing agin them. No one would
think, to see them now, as they were the men we saw spurring away for the
bare life on Boyne Water."
"No, indeed, Larry," agreed Walter, who was furious at what he saw. "I
wish we had a few squadrons of Sarsfield's horse here. We would clear the
street of these vermin in no time. But you must be careful, Larry.
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