he exclaimed , reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief . she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear . lori turned those big , friendly eyes on me as she extended a small , terribly pale hand . she 's lied to me my entire life . sometimes men beat each other with poles , sometimes they cut each other with knives . it is simply lost again , lost to time says broad . with his aid she could also plane but her talent never developed enough for her to plane solo , without him . 