from her golden wisps of hair. This was his true love, he remembered, and he kissed her right there, fervently, as if he had not seen her for months. Neither of them cared that Ogden’s parents were surely within earshot. ‘I truly love you, Lydia.’ ‘And I you.’ Slithers of Ogden’s memory were coming back to him. He remembered now. Lydia and Ogden had been infatuated with each other for years, only he lacked the courage to introduce her to his father. His father would not approve of Lydia; of that Ogden was certain. And yet, it was such a shame that their love could only exist in secrecy; he wanted to marry her, and have a dozen children. He loved her more than anything. ‘Lydia, my sweet,’ he broke away from the kiss. ‘What is it, my love?’ Ogden paused. ‘I… I want to introduce you to my father, and... I would have your hand in marriage,’ he said as his injured hand shook nervously. She would certainly refuse. ‘Yes! Yes, yes, yes!’ Ogden was beyond ecstatic, ‘so you truly want this?’ ‘I want the world to know, my love.’ Further words escaped him. His desire for Lydia was unparalleled in this moment, he wanted her more than anything. They kissed again, and Lydia pushed him against the counter, holding his face in one hand, and placing the other on the― ‘Oww! I cut my finger!’ Lydia screamed, pulling her hand away from the bloodied knife on the cutting board. ‘My sweet! Are you okay?’ ‘It hurts, Ogden, but I shall be fine.’ Ogden snatched the roll of bandage and dressed her wound. ‘Here, have some of this, will you?’ Ogden poured a spoonful of ‘Drop of Rose’. ‘Ogden, I don’t know …’ Lydia backed away, appearing frightened of the medicine. ‘Please, my love, I cannot see you in pain like this.’
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