crimson-berried

Updated: May 23, 2025

And yet, as his eyes wandered over the blunt green stone and the rambling crimson-berried brier that had almost encircled it with its thorns, the echo of that whisper rather jarred. He was, he supposed, rather a dull creature at least people seemed to think so and he seldom felt at ease even with his own small facetiousness. Besides, just that kind of question was getting very common.

Walter De la Mare - The Return