briony

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

The claspers of briony shoot into the spiral, and lay hold of whatever comes in their way, for support.

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

In its perfect state, it feeds on the blossom of the briony.