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 1 1 |       a black and well-shaped mustache. He was dressed in a doublet
 2 2 |     lofty air and twisted his mustache disdainfully, all admired
 3 2 |    autumn peach. His delicate mustache marked a perfectly straight
 4 6 |    And Louis XIII twisted his mustache proudly, placing his hand
 5 6 |      the latter, twisting his mustache, "look at me as long as
 6 12|       disordered, twisted his mustache, and, his heart swelling
 7 29|      after having twisted his mustache and elongated his imperial,
 8 29|    seeing this, retwisted his mustache, elongated his imperial
 9 32|       he laughed in his large mustache. Mme. Coquenard, who knew
10 32|    him, and began to curl his mustache and knit his eyebrows; but
11 46|      Porthos was twisting his mustache; Aramis was saying his prayers
12 46|   replied Porthos, giving his mustache a twist which was peculiar
13 46|    his chair and twisting his mustache, "that's a fair bet, I hope." ~"
14 48| pulled a hair or two from his mustache, in sign of despair. ~But
15 51|          The cardinal bit his mustache, and even his lips a little. ~"