Track prize

Usage examples of purse.

His table, his friends, his pleasures, his horses, his advice, and his purse, all these were at my service, and he offered them with the frankness of the soldier and the geniality of the prince.

Rae reached for her purse and pulled out the copies of the ambulance reports.

Timour might boast, that, at his accession to the throne, Asia was the prey of anarchy and rapine, whilst under his prosperous monarchy a child, fearless and unhurt, might carry a purse of gold from the East to the West.

His search for Elise had drawn him through a series of shops in which she had left a trail of purchases which exceeded by nearly thrice the purse he had left, and to be told that she had been escorted through the last few by a most attentive Hansa captain had further chafed his temper.

But he never mentioned that he had walked behind her through the department, past twelve occupied desks at the top of a shift, down the corridor packed with uniforms, and past the garage security guard, as she carried a long, thick roll of cork under one arm and a desk blotter under the other, with a calendar wadded in her purse and God knows what else.

French army, under General Breme, was sent on the marauding errand of demanding the public purse of its citizens.

Shannon, pursing her lips thoughtfully and staring at Brewster with new interest.

She tucked the bills back into her purse and, just to antagonize him, pointed her brolly toward the door.

So instead of browbeating him, she opened her purse and took out a small bag.

They come here from Rome and the suburbs called Italy, they pinch and squeeze and extort, and then they go home again with purses bulging, indifferent to the plight of those they leave behind, the people of Dorian, Aeolian, and Ionian Asia.

Producing a compact from the depths of her macramé purse, she peeked in the mirror at Magilla Gorilla.

Lewis, who was spotted from the explosion, did nothing but rock manically on his heels, lips pursed, prepared, like a tiger-cat, to pounce.

Lo Manto said to her, gazing at her unlined face, taking in her sharp features, her bright eyes, her lips pursed and primed for either a smile or a pout.

Traveller pursed his lips and moved a solitary finger in a delicate plea for silence though Marris was not aware that he had made any sound.

Tutting over their age and lack of style, she pursed her lips and wondered if Milord might be planning to keep herself and Prettiman in his Town House to attend their young mistress.