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"Laird of all he surveys" by James Henry Dowd (Punch, 5 December 1945)

I Know Where I’m Going! (1945) Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger

It was no longer possible to speak of a mist. Great clouds of fog rolled up to engulf Joan as she picked her way down the rough road to the pier. Soon she could only see a few yards in front of her, so that she had no means of telling how much further she had to go. Suddenly a man loomed up directly in her path. He gave the impression of having been looking for her.

A lieutenant in the R.N.V.R., he was in naval uniform, over which he wore a dark blue mackintosh and gloves, but there was something about him that said he was part of this district and not merely a visitor. A kitbag was flung over his shoulder, and his manner was one that pleased instantly. About thirty years of age, he had frank, kindly eyes that smiled in a friendly way at Joan.

“Bad luck,” he said. “No crossing to-day.” He jerked his head towards the pier which she could dimly see now. There was also the outline of a small boat, moored against the pier.

— Eric Britton, “I Know Where I’m Going!”: The Book of the Film (1947)