briony

When romancing the dewy Briony, the cosmopolitan New Yorker Andrew sounds like the creepy European Humbert Humbert.

The girl sat before him swathed in a darkness, with the edges of the briony leaves shining deadly—radiant above—young Hecate!

Let her take two or three spoonfuls of briony water each morning.

To-day there was neither gravedigger nor robin—only the soft drip, drip of the rain on dock and thistle, fern and briony.