Your error is that you failed to expect the worst." "Why, what can be worse than cutting our throats ?" she asked, with pretty naive surprise.
"Cutting our purses," he answered.

"Man is so made these days that his capacity for living is determined by the money he possesses." "'Who steals my purse steals trash,'" she quoted.
"Who steals my purse steals my right to live," was the reply, "old saws to the contrary.

For he steals my bread and meat and bed, and in so doing imperils my life.

There are not enough soup-kitchens and bread-lines to go around, you know, and when men have nothing in their purses they usually die, and die miserably--unless they are able to fill their purses pretty speedily." "But I fail to see that this steamer has any designs on your purse." "Wait and you will see," he answered grimly.
We did not have long to wait.

Having passed several miles beyond our line of boats, the _Macedonia_ proceeded to lower her own.