29/63 The blood rose and stained her clear cheek. With a gesture of exquisite grace and sensibility that thrilled Lane she touched the medal. "Oh! The _Croix de Guerre_.... Daren, you were a hero." "No, Mel, just a soldier." She looked up into his face with eyes that fascinated Lane, so beautiful were they--the blue of corn-flowers--and lighted then with strange rapt glow. But Lane heard in that all the sweetness and understanding possible for any woman's heart. |