He might suffer the least rudimentary twinge of conscience in whatever he did, and in just so far he was evil and sinning.

But whatever twinges of conscience he might have would be rudimentary, you may be sure.
The next day he called upon Carrie, and she saw him in her chamber.

He was the same jolly, enlivening soul.
"Aw," he said, "what are you looking so blue about?
Come on out to breakfast.

You want to get your other clothes to-day." Carrie looked at him with the hue of shifting thought in her large eyes.
"I wish I could get something to do," she said.
"You'll get that all right," said Drouet.

"What's the use worrying right now?
Get yourself fixed up.