There was some one who loved the girl, took toll.

The world did not know, and does not know, but you know--you--you, the brother of him that spoiled a woman's life! Do you think such a man should live?
She was the sweetest girl that ever lived, and she loved me! She told me the truth--and he died by his own gun--in the woods; but it wasn't accident--it wasn't accident--but no! The girl had gone, but behind her was some one that loved her, and he settled it once for all." As he had told the story, Denzil's body seemed to contract; his face took on an insane expression.

It was ghastly pale, but his eyes ware aflame.

His arms stretched out with grim realism as he told of the death of Almeric Tarboe.
"You've got the whole truth, m'sieu'.

I've told it you at last.