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She liked his little moustache, but what would they do?
No god had any business with a fussy little moustache like that.
It had a little moustache, big glasses and an unusual coat.
"Is he about medium height, with dark hair, a French accent, a little moustache?"
Philip was tall with curly black hair and a little moustache that made him look old-fashioned.
The little moustache was only silly, like a little girl wearing her mother's shoes.
He certainly had a little moustache with twirled-up ends.
He had a rather indecisive face which seemed to be calling for a monocle and a little moustache.
"He's the cop with the little moustache named Tommy."
The Customs man grimaced slightly, then chewed a corner of his little moustache.
"He had a little moustache the last time I saw him, but that's definitely Perry.
Martin had a nice little moustache, dirty blonde hair and was built lean, like a runner.
It would have been difficult to believe postwar Germany's rejection of fascism if its leaders had taken to growing little moustaches.
But then, again, Hitler wasn't taken very seriously at the start, either, with his preposterous rhetoric and silly little moustache.
Neat little moustache, sandy hair that flopped roguishly over his forehead.
He wore a white linen hat, and had a beard and thin little moustache.
You won't grow any more facial hair, but you do have a little moustache problem, don't you?
He looked a great deal different from the last time she had seen him, and it wasn't just the little moustache or the close-cropped military haircut.
The General twirled his little moustache, and thrust the other hand deep into his pocket.
They are worrying the way they can't wait to pop on little moustaches and goosestep.
Her eyelashes were separated into little groups, very long, each group waxed together like a little moustache.
"Perhaps," he twitched at his scraggly little moustache, perhaps this is what we have been waiting for.
"She's come," Dad said, touching his little moustache, and Mom nodded.
A red-faced Oliver Hardy without the little moustache, and in his late forties.
Here he touched his little moustache.