Curse this hour in which I have thrown away my heaven.

You must hate and despise me, fool, fool that I am." John knew that it were worse than useless for him to attempt an explanation.

The first thought that flashed through his mind was, to tell the girl that he had only pretended not to know her.

He thought he would try to make her believe that he had been turning her trick upon herself; but he was wise in his day and generation, and did not seek refuge in that falsehood.
The girl would never have forgiven him for that.
"The only amends I can make," he said, in very dolefulness, "is that I may never let you see my face again." "That will not help matters," sobbed Dorothy.
"I know it will not," returned John.

"Nothing can help me.