The captain chewed on his mustache and eyed Bordeaux thoughtfully.
The man pulled up his mask enough for Howie to see a mustache and glasses but little else.
"He'd just shave his mustache off, maybe dye his hair and lose weight," Betsy grumbled.
My mustache, my beloved mustache!
It was the same guy as Delaware and Alabama only the mustache is gone.
They summarily dismissed his request for a mustache and disguise and refused to give him a gun for protection.
The driver, tall, dark-haired and unshaven with a pencil-thin mustache, set down his hamburger.
"So?" the mustache finally said.
Mustache was Alfred Nota, from Boston, and tic-face was Homer Flanders, from Philadelphia.
He might have a mustache, black hair or a shaved head for all we know, and two and a half million could buy a face-job making him look like Robert Redford.
"And I'm Carl," a thin man with a graying mustache said, pumping Alex's hand.
Jonathan was dressed in a dark suit and had a mustache and goatee.
Senor Medena sat beside his desk and a heavy Spanish looking man with a mustache sat in Senor Medena's big chair.
As he removed the beginnings of a mustache from his upper lip, he glanced at her in the mirror and grinned.
Like all infantry officers he wore no mustache, so that his mouth, the most striking feature of his face, was clearly seen.
Denisov was a small man with a red face, sparkling black eyes, and black tousled mustache and hair.
His face with its long mustache was serious as always, only his eyes were brighter than usual.
When the officers had emptied and smashed their glasses, Kirsten filled others and, in shirt sleeves and breeches, went glass in hand to the soldiers' bonfires and with his long gray mustache, his white chest showing under his open shirt, he stood in a majestic pose in the light of the campfire, waving his uplifted arm.
Exactly opposite Weyrother, with his glistening wide-open eyes fixed upon him and his mustache twisted upwards, sat the ruddy Miloradovich in a military pose, his elbows turned outwards, his hands on his knees, and his shoulders raised.
A light footstep and the clinking of spurs were heard at the door, and the young count, handsome, rosy, with a dark little mustache, evidently rested and made sleeker by his easy life in Moscow, entered the room.
Oh, how strange you are with that mustache and those eyebrows!...