Across the street from the church the police found his wallet on the ground.

Then I slipped my hand inside and found his wallet.

Whenever he comes, I make a big production of finding my wallet.

She found her wallet, took out the photo, and handed it to him.

I found my wallet missing, removed under cover of the paper.

For a moment he was relieved to find his wallet still there.

He found her wallet near the bottom and pulled it I out.

We found your wallet on the ground next to you.

And where is your friend Bob, who found my wallet?

Two days later he called me at home, saying he'd found my wallet and would I like it back.