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WHEN they led him from the gallows outside the wall facing the Old Bailey into the gloomy interior of Newgate Prison, Edward O'Shaughnessy found awaiting him in the Press Room, where his irons had so recently been removed, Lord Crawshaw himself.
His Lordship was a middle-aged man, a little inclined to stoutness, whose red face, its color heightened by a well-powdered box wig, seemed to indicate that he was not indifferent to the pleasures of the table and the stimulating properties of good wines. Something of a dandy, his apparel was nevertheless ordered with good taste, and was in no way influenced by the extravagances of which Mr. George Bryan Brummell--better known as "Beau" Brummell--was the arbiter and high priest in those earlier days of the Regency. As the red-headed young Irish giant re-entered the room, his arms still pinioned, and himself a little pale of face by reason of his recent close introduction to Death, Lord Crawshaw stepped indolently up to him, his hand outstretched.