Like the "forward look" in new U.S. automobiles, the upswept bristles of Major Michael Woodfall's military mustache created an impression of dynamic motion even when the major himself was at ease. Alone his glorious mustache would have been enough to command the respect of the stoniest of Mayfair's headwaiters. But added to the mustache were such other facts as the fit of the Savile Row suits, which clung to his lithe frame with the easy perfection of a snakeskin, and the verve with which he followed hounds with the Cornwall Hunt.
Few could doubt...
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