He could have bitten his tongue.

Still, he reflected sullenly, it was bound to come.

You can't make black white, however tenderly you describe it.
Colina sprang to her feet.
"Unfair!" she cried.

"That is to say a cheat! You can say it while he is lying up-stairs desperately wounded!" "Colina, be reasonable," he implored.

"The fact that he is suffering can't make a wrong right." "There is no wrong!" she cried.