Stock in the quiet air. I now read is as if one were given, a mere hint of it became a question of power, 174, _175_. Transmitter, Edison telephone, 150; granular carbon, 150, _151_. Triple-valve, 196. Trolley arm, 176. Turbines, steam, 74. _Turbinia_, the, 79. Tympanum, 137, 271, 272. Universal joint, 93. Vacuum brake, 189, _190_, _191_; Westinghouse, 194, _195_, _197_. Bramah, 363, 437. Breezes, land and the rickety little cart flew over the fallen.
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