Grabbing her purse, she ran out the door.
Deidre looked through her purse and pulled out the wallet.
She had her purse, and it wasn't as though he had done any physical harm.
She withdrew a single sheet of paper from her purse, unfolded it and adjusted her glasses.
She opened her purse and took out a picture of Randy Byrne and Jen.
She moved away from him, searching in her purse for the door key.
Then, taking out his purse, he offered the Dean a shilling.
The purse was not there.
Connie handed the purse to Lisa, who immediately found her house keys.
The car was a loss anyway, but her purse and clothes would be ruined.
She came into the kitchen with her purse on one arm and joined the others.
Standing at the car digging in her purse for the key, she spied Alex's truck.
Tucking some tissues into her purse, she joined Bill and Katie in the living room.
Taking a small tablet and a pencil from her purse, she put them in front of him.
She snatched her purse and fled out the front door, running as hard as she could down the driveway.
Deidre dug through her purse as she walked and pulled out her cell, thrilled to see she had battery power.
She pulled her keys out of her purse and clicked the unlock button, mouth dry as the vehicle's lights blinked.
Katie grabbed her purse and walked quickly down a pristine hall to a placard that read Officer David.
She stepped back even more and clenched the purse to her body, distracted as a sleek black car pulled up to the curb.
The beautiful woman pulled a card from her small purse and handed it to her.
Check her purse for something she wrote and compare it.
And there were papers in her purse in her writing that matched, too.
She too frowned, and then reached for her purse and withdrew an envelope, extracted a bill and slipped the money to her husband.
She grabbed her purse and followed him to the truck, leaping in quickly so he could close the door and get around to his side.
Leaving the picture and her purse in the car, she decided to look around and see if there was a carcass.
She turned and reached for her purse, only then thinking of the fact that she had no money.
Apparently it had fallen out of her purse at some point.
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
She opened her purse and pulled out a paper back novel.
She frantically threw her purse open, searching for a tissue, but a violent sneeze ripped through her lungs so quickly she barely had time to cover her mouth with her hand.
Megan dug around in her purse for some change.
She slipped into a pair of white sandals and grabbed her purse, giving her long curls a toss to send them cascading down her back instead of tickling her shoulders.
Grabbing her purse, she darted for the door.
Digging a note pad out of her purse, she labored over a note.
Pulling the cell phone from her purse, she tried calling Mr. O'Hara.
He then reached into his pocket for his snap-top purse and extracted five worn twenty-dollar bills.
The Englishman took out his purse and began counting out the money.
Rostov thrust the purse under the pillow and shook the damp little hand which was offered him.
And Denisov went to the bed to get the purse from under the pillow.
If the purse isn't found I'll flog you, I'll flog you all.
"I must have that purse, I tell you," shouted Denisov, shaking his orderly by the shoulders and knocking him against the wall.
When Telyanin had finished his lunch he took out of his pocket a double purse and, drawing its rings aside with his small, white, turned-up fingers, drew out a gold imperial, and lifting his eyebrows gave it to the waiter.