The last picture in the camera was of an open wallet.

Pascal picks up the open wallet, and notices a picture of a girl.

He was staring at my open wallet, which held about twenty hundred-dollar bills.

Seeing nothing, he relaxed and looked back down at the open wallet in his hand.

Having an open wallet and a willingness to write big campaign checks did not hurt, either - then or now.

"It seems an open wallet requires my attention."

Beside one young guardsman, he found an open wallet with a photograph of a smiling woman who must have been the boy's mother.

He accepted my open wallet with his left hand, then extended his right toward the beer can.

One he held palm out, imperiously; the other displayed an open wallet in which something gleamed.

Pleased with herself, she pushed the open wallet under his nose.