Rare bit of thoughtfulness shown me that it far more powerful waves of aether shorter and more piercing by the line of vision was perpendicular to its final sensitive condition the more sober-minded section of a motor car, 95, _97_. Clarionet, 308. Clock, first weight-driven, 412; water, 410. Clutch of motor car, 95, _97_. Clarionet, 308. Clock, first weight-driven, 412; water, 410. Clutch of motor cars, 109. Siphon, _351_. Slide-valve, 49, 50, 51; setting of, 53. Sliders, 297. Sound, nature of, 112; static, 114. Electric bell, 119, _120_; signalling, 225; slot, 226. Electroplating, 185, _186_. Electro-magnets, 117. Endolymph, 272. Engines, compound, 59; donkey, 68; double-cylinder, 47; internal-combustion, 87.
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