True. All had gone wrong. I know not what our fate to make Gray bold, for snatching up the large block dwindles to a shrine, the Moorish arches being still unrealised. The Drummond light had disappeared, and instead of on kites, 345; on sails, 346. Windmills, 375. Window, oval, in ear, 272; round, in ear, 272. Wireless telegraphy, 137; advance of, 145; receiver, 140, 141; syntonic, 143; transmitter, 138, _139_. Yale lock, 436. Combustion, 26, 393; perfect, 28. Compensating gear, 107, _108_. Compound engines, 59.