| 材质 | 塑料、铝 |
|---|---|
| 产地 | 深圳 |
| 产品类别 | usb摄像头 |
| 传感器类型 | 3CCD |
| 传感器像素 | 100、130、200（dpi） |
| 附加功能 | 夜视功能 |
| 接口 | USB3.0 |
| 接口类型 | USB |
| 上市时间 | 2018 |
| 使用范围 | 液晶显示器 |
| 售后服务 | 一年保修 |
| 颜色 | 白色 |
| 重量 | 3kg |
| 最高分辨率 | 720P、1080P |
| 送礼用途 | 个人礼品 |
| 适用送礼场合 | **典,展销会,员工福利,生日,商务馈赠,婚庆,会议庆典 |
| 货源类别 | 订货 |
| 品牌 | galileostar |
| 型号 | GS |
| 加工定制 | 否 |
| 商品类型 | 全新 |
| 最快出货时间 | 1-3天 |
| 是否需要驱动 | 免驱动 |
company with it. If any one of the three had had the hardihood to
propose to another to walk on a little ahead into the mist and
darkness, he would have put himself in a fair way of getting shot
instantly as a highwayman.
The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill. The
horses stopped to breathe again, and the guard got down to skid
the wheel for the descent, and open the coach-door to let the
passengers in.
“Tst! Joe!” cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking
down from his box.
“What do you say, Tom?”
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They both listened.
“I say a horse at a canter coming up, Joe.”
“I say a horse at a gallop, Tom,” returned the guard, leaving his
hold of the door, and mounting nimbly to his place. “Gentlemen!
In the King’s name, all of you!”
With this hurried adjuration, he cocked his blunderbuss, and
stood on the offensive.
The passenger booked by this history, was on the coachstep,
getting in; the other two passengers were close behind him, and
about to follow. He remained on the step, half in the coach and
half out of it; they remained in the road below him. They all looked
from the coachman to the guard, and from the guard to the
coachman, and listened. The coachman looked back and the guard
looked back, and even the emphatic leader pricked up his ears and
looked back, without contradicting.
The stillness consequent on the cessation of the rumbling and
labouring of the coach, added to the stillness of the night, made it
very quiet indeed. The panting of the horses communicated a
tremulous motion to the coach, as if it were in a state of agitation.
The hearts of the passengers beat loud enough perhaps to be
heard; but at any rate, the quiet pause was audibly expressive of
people out of breath, and holding the breath, and having the
pulses quickened by expectation.
The sound of a horse at a gallop came fast and furiously up the
hill.
“So-ho!” the guard sang out, as loud as he could roar. “Yo
there! Stand! I shall fire!”
The pace was suddenly checked, and, with much splashing and
floundering, a man’s voice called from the mist, “Is that the Dover
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mail?”
“Never you mind what it is,” the guard retorted. “What are
you?”
“Is that the Dover mail?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I want a passenger, if it is.”
“What passenger?”
“Mr. Jarvis Lorry.”
Our booked passenger showed in a moment that it was his
name. The guard, the coachman, and the two other passengers
eyed him distrustfully.
“Keep where you are,” the guard called to the voice in the mist,
“because, if I should make a mistake, it could never be set right in
your lifetime. Gentleman of the name of Lorry answer straight.”
“What is the matter?” asked the passenger, then, with mildly
quavering speech. “Who wants me? Is it Jerry?”
(“I don’t like Jerry’s voice, if it is Jerry,” growled the guard to
himself. “He’s hoarser than suits me, is Jerry.”)
“Yes, Mr. Lorry.”
“What is the matter?”
“A despatch sent after you from over yonder. T. and Co.”
“I know