Presently he pricked up one ear and let the other hang; his tail became motionless, and the expression of his mouth was one of decided disapproval bordering on scorn.

He wrinkled his lips up on each side into little lines.
The sand was soft, and the grey mare came on so noiselessly that the boy heard nothing till Bonaparte dismounted.

Then Doss got up and moved back a step.

He did not approve of Bonaparte's appearance.

His costume, in truth, was of a unique kind.