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功 率:300W 整机重量:5.5Kg
大范围:2ml-3500ml 大吸程:2m
大流量:3.2L/min 出料防滴漏功能:有
重复误差:<0.5% 断电记忆功能:有
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技术参数
电源:220V 50Hz
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灌装速度:1-25瓶/分
配用气压:0.4-0.9MPa
配用气量:≥0.1m3/min







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slept with her starved grocer, and the drum was at rest. The
drum’s was the o
nly voice in Saint Antoine that blood and hurry
had not changed. The Vengeance, as custodian of the drum, could
have wakened him up and had the same speech out of him as
before the Bastille fell, or old Foulon was seized; not so with the
hoarse to
nes of the men and women in Saint Antoine’s bosom.
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Chapter XXIX
FIRE RISES
T here was a change on the village wher
e the fountain fell,
and wher
e the mender of roads went forth daily to
hammer out of the sto
nes on the high way such morsels of
bread as might serve for patches to hold his poor ignorant soul
and his poor reduced body together. The prison on the crag was
not so dominant as of yore; there were soldiers to guard it, but not
many; there were officers to guard the soldiers, but not one of
them knew what his men would do—beyond this: that it would
probably not be what he was ordered.
Far and wide lay a ruined country, yielding nothing but
desolation. Every green leaf, every blade of grass and blade of
grain, was as shrivelled and poor as the miserable people.
Everything was bowed down, dejected, oppressed, and broken.
Habitations fences, domesticate**mals, men, women, children,
and the soil that bore them—all worn out.
Mo
nseigneur (often a most worthy individual gentleman) was a
natio
nal blessing, gave a chivalrous tone to things, was a polite
example of luxurious and shining life, and a great deal more to
equal purpose; nevertheless, Mo
nseigneur as a class had,
somehow or other, brought things to this. Strange that Creation,
designed expressly for Monseigneur, should be so soon wrung dry
and squeezed out! There must be something short-sighted in the
eternal arrangements, surely! Thus it was, however; and the last
dro
p of blood havin
g been extracted from the flints, and the last
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screw of the rack havin
g been turned so often that its purchase
crumbled, and it now turned and turned with nothing to bite,
Mo
nseigneur began to run away from a phenomenon so low and
unaccountable.
But, this was not the change on the village, and on many a
village like it. For scores of years gone by, Mo
nseigneur had
squeezed it and wrung it, and had seldom graced it with his
presence except for the pleasures of the chase—now, found in
hunting the people; now, found in hunting the beasts, for whose
preservation Mo
nseigneur made edifying spaces of barbarous and
barren wilderness. No. The change co
nsisted in the appearance of
strange faces of low caste, rather than in the disappearance of the
high-caste, chiseled, and otherwise beautified and beautifying
features of Monseigneur.
For, in these times, as the mender of roads worked, solitary, in
the dust, not often troubling himself to reflect that dust he was and
to dust he must return, being for the most part too much occupied
in thinking how little he had for supper and how much more he
would eat if he had it—in these times, as he raised his eyes from
his lo
nely labour, and viewed the prospect, he would see some
rough figure approaching on foot, the like of which was o
nce a
rarity in those parts, but was now a frequent presence. As it
advanced, the mender of roads would discern without surprise,
that it was a shaggy-haired man, of almost barbarian aspect, tall,
in wooden shoes that were clumsy even to the eyes of a mender of
roads, grim, rough, swart, steeped in the mud and dust of many
highways, dank with the marshy moisture of many low grounds,
sprinkled with the thorns and leaves and moss of many byways
through woods.
Charles Dickens