Oh, how strange you are with that mustache and those eyebrows!...
It was the same guy as Delaware and Alabama only the mustache is gone.
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.
"He'd just shave his mustache off, maybe dye his hair and lose weight," Betsy grumbled.
My mustache, my beloved mustache!
Jonathan was dressed in a dark suit and had a mustache and goatee.
The captain chewed on his mustache and eyed Bordeaux thoughtfully.
They summarily dismissed his request for a mustache and disguise and refused to give him a gun for protection.
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.
His face with its long mustache was serious as always, only his eyes were brighter than usual.
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.
The man pulled up his mask enough for Howie to see a mustache and glasses but little else.
"So?" the mustache finally said.
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.
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.
His servant was also a yellow, wrinkled old man, without beard or mustache, evidently not because he was shaven but because they had never grown.
An hussar was Natasha, and a Circassian was Sonya with burnt-cork mustache and eyebrows.
Her mustache and eyebrows were extraordinarily becoming.
"Look, his mustache and eyelashes are all white!" said one of the strange, pretty, unfamiliar people--the one with fine eyebrows and mustache.
"I think this used to be Natasha," thought Nicholas, "and that was Madame Schoss, but perhaps it's not, and this Circassian with the mustache I don't know, but I love her."
It seemed to him that it was only today, thanks to that burnt-cork mustache, that he had fully learned to know her.
He slipped his arms under the cloak that covered her head, embraced her, pressed her to him, and kissed her on the lips that wore a mustache and had a smell of burnt cork.
On the way back Nicholas drove at a steady pace instead of racing and kept peering by that fantastic all-transforming light into Sonya's face and searching beneath the eyebrows and mustache for his former and his present Sonya from whom he had resolved never to be parted again.
"I see someone with a mustache," said Natasha, seeing her own face.
This inevitability alone can explain how the cruel Arakcheev, who tore out a grenadier's mustache with his own hands, whose weak nerves rendered him unable to face danger, and who was neither an educated man nor a courtier, was able to maintain his powerful position with Alexander, whose own character was chivalrous, noble, and gentle.
Zdrzhinski, the officer with the long mustache, spoke grandiloquently of the Saltanov dam being "a Russian Thermopylae," and of how a deed worthy of antiquity had been performed by General Raevski.
The lieutenant colonel of hussars smiled beneath his mustache at the orderly's tone, dismounted, gave his horse to a dispatch runner, and approached Bolkonski with a slight bow.
Having done that, the officer, lifting his elbow with a smart gesture, stroked his mustache and lightly touched his hat.
As he removed the beginnings of a mustache from his upper lip, he glanced at her in the mirror and grinned.
Senor Medena sat beside his desk and a heavy Spanish looking man with a mustache sat in Senor Medena's big chair.
The tune he was whistling, his gait, and the gesture with which he twirled his mustache, all now seemed offensive.
His eyes shone and his mustache twitched as if he were smiling to himself at some amusing thought.
On the third day he was taken with the others to a house where a French general with a white mustache sat with two colonels and other Frenchmen with scarves on their arms.
"Put that down, that's bad... very bad," sternly remarked the general with the white mustache and red flushed face.
The lower jaw of an old Frenchman with a thick mustache trembled as he untied the ropes.
In one thin, translucently white hand he held a handkerchief, while with the other he stroked the delicate mustache he had grown, moving his fingers slowly.
"It's a great pity," and he gazed straight before him, absently stroking his mustache with his fingers.
A beard and mustache covered the lower part of his face, and a tangle of hair, infested with lice, curled round his head like a cap.
Nicholas sighed, bit his mustache, and laid out the cards for a patience, trying to divert his mother's attention to another topic.