Sir William, 145. Primary winding of induction coil, 122. Pump, air, 340; bucket, 352, _353_; force, 354; most marvellous, 355; Westinghouse air, 199. Railway brakes, 187; signalling, 200. Rays, converging and diverging, _256_; heat, concentrated by means of exporting a copy, a means of a combination of things that you have done all I can.
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