'I am acquainted with my faults.

I always was, from a child, too sensitive.' 'But listen,' pursued the Golden Dustman; 'hear me out, Wegg.

You have taken it into your head that I mean to pension you off.' 'True, sir,' returned Wegg, still with an obstinate magnanimity.

'I am acquainted with my faults.

Far be it from me to deny them.