After a moment's silence, Hunt asked her how she liked his goatee.
Ellison looked up, leaned back in his chair, and tugged at his goatee.
He was a man about sixty, thin and with a goatee and long, white mustache.
There was Colonel Carvel seated on the bed, his goatee in his hand.
His long drooping mustache was a sandy color like his goatee.
When old Bob awoke, from ...