For some reason the Dodger did not want to enter London during daylight, so it was nearly eleven o'clock at night when They got near the centre. Oliver had never seen a dirtier or more miserable place. The streets in this district were narrow and muddy, and there were terrible smells everywhere. Children wandered around even at this time of night, in and out of the many shops, playing and screaming. The pubs were full of people fighting, and big, evil-looking men stood in doorways or at dark corners. Oliver almost wanted to run away, but just then the Dodger pushed open a door and pulled Oliver into a dark hall.

"Who's there?" a voice cried out.

"It's me," said the Dodger. The faint light of a candle appeared in the hall.

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