The walls of the room were black with dirt.
There was a table near the fire.
On the table was a bottle, with a lighted candle in it.
A very old man was standing near the fire.
He turned quickly as the two boys came into the room.
The old man had a beard and his face was ugly and wrinkled.
On his head was a hat and his long, dirty red hair hung down his back.
He stared at Oliver with his bright, dark eyes.
There were four or five boys in the room.
They were sitting on old sacks.
The boys got up and came and stood close to the Dodger.
He whispered a few words to the old man.
Then the Dodger spoke in a louder voice.