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Several contacts, a, might be advantageously arranged one above another, in order to close the moderator valve more or less, according to the extent of the screw's rise or fall. We illustrate to-day a new application of electricity to railroad crossing signaling which the Pennsylvania Steel Company, of Steelton, Pa., has just perfected.
Screw's smile was his best expression, Barker's smile was of the devil, and very wily. Screw smiled because he was amused. Barker smiled when he was successful. "I think for the present," said Mr. Screw, "that unless you positively wish to appear, it would be as well that you should not.
I have known you man and boy John Hill these twenty summers, and never heard a word against you till you got into Shuffle and Screw's mill. Oh! they are a bad yarn, John." "They do us all, widow. They pretends to give the same wages as the rest, and works it out in fines. You can't come, and you can't go, but there's a fine; you're never paid wages, but there's a bate ticket.
She was not afraid, but she was angry. Presently fear came. It was when she tried to open the door, and found that it was fastened from the outside, that she struck a match to discover that the windows had been screwed tight the edge of the hole where the screw had gone in was rawly new, and the screw's head was bright and shining.
"We'll pull through right as rain." "Dear George!" she softly applauded. He pushed ahead. "There's this locum tenens I was going to take up in the North. I haven't offed that yet haven't refused it, I mean. Well, I shall take it. The screw's pretty rotten, but up in the North in the North, you know well, it's not like London. It's cheap frightfully cheap. You can live on next to nothing "
Sponge recovered his equilibrium, the whip was in the case, the reins dangling about the old screw's heels, and Mr. Crowdey scrambling up a steep bank to where a very thick boundary-hedge shut out the view of the adjacent country. Presently, chop, chop, chop, was heard, from Mr. Crowdey's pocket axe, with a tug wheeze puff from himself; next a crash of separation; and then the purple-faced Mr.
"Very well," said the Countess, who was pulling on her gloves, and holding her riding-stick under one arm as she did so. "Ask him to come up." The Duke moved to withdraw. "Don't go, please," said Margaret; and so he remained. A moment later Mr. Screw's yellow head and small eyes appeared at the door. "The Countess Margaret?" he inquired deferentially. "Yes. Mr. Screw, I believe?"
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