🔥 1000W–3500W Titanium / 316 Stainless Steel Submersible Water
Heater
With Temperature Control & GFCI Protection
Ideal for
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Pools, Bathtubs, Buckets, Baptistries, and Most Liquids
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Unlike standard 304
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Titanium
or 316 stainless steel, ensuring long-lasting performance—especially during
extended use. Quiet and stable operation makes them perfect for both
personal
and commercial applications.
⚡ Fast & Efficient Heating
With powerful 1000W–3500W output and
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heating,
saving time and energy. Perfect for cold weather or daily home use—enhancing
comfort and convenience for the whole family.
🔌 GFCI Leakage & Overload Protection
Equipped with a Ground Fault
Circuit Interrupter (GFCI) and overload safety features, this heater
significantly reduces risks of electric shock or fire. The rubber-insulated
power cord enhances water resistance and safety in various environments.
🎯 Digital Temperature Control
The corrosion-resistant, highly
sensitive
sensor maintains temperature within ±0.1°C.
To set your desired
temperature:
Long press SET for 3+ seconds while LED blinks
Use ▲ / ▼ to adjust temperature
Press SET again in standby to switch between °C and °F
🌊 Wide Range of Applications
Fully submersible and portable, ideal
for:
Swimming Pools
Bathtubs
Buckets & Baptistries
Hot Tubs
Aquariums
Kitchen Sinks
Water Tanks
Livestock Water Troughs
...and more liquid heating needs.
⚠️ Safety Reminders
Always fully submerge the heater before use. Dry
operation may cause permanent damage and disable overheat protection.
The unit will restart only after water cools by 25°C / 77°F following an overheat shutdown.
Do not use in metal containers unless properly grounded.
If the rod turns black and cannot be cleaned with steel wool, it is a sign of dry burn—stop using it immediately.
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that
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Burn
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new
features!
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As Simon strolled pensively through a little silvan glade,
surrounded on either side with tall forest trees, mixed with underwood, a
white doe broke from the thicket, closely pursued by two deer greyhounds,
one of which griped her haunch, the other her throat, and pulled her down
within half a furlong of the glover, who was something startled at the
suddenness of the incident. The ear and piercing blast of a horn, and the
baying of a slow hound, made Simon aware that the hunters were close behind,
and on the trace of the deer. Hallooing and the sound of men running
through the copse were heard close at hand. A moment’s recollection
would have satisfied Simon that his best way was to stand fast, or retire
slowly, and leave it to Eachin to acknowledge his presence or not, as he
should see cause. But his desire of shunning the young man had grown into a
kind of instinct, and in the alarm of finding him so near, Simon hid
himself in a bush of hazels mixed with holly, which altogether concealed
him. He had hardly done so ere Eachin, rosy with exercise, dashed from the
thicket into the open glade, accompanied by his foster father, Torquil of
the Oak. The latter, with equal strength and address, turned the struggling
hind on her back, and holding her forefeet in his right hand, while he
knelt on her body, offered his skene with the left to the young chief, that
he might cut the animal’s throat. "The gentleman said
everything that was kind of you," Amelius replied, "and everything to make
me hope that you will live to be a happy girl." "The plan
proposed is, that a detachment of the able-bodied officers and men among us
should set forth this very day, and make another effort to reach the
nearest inhabited settlements, from which help and provisions may be
dispatched to those who remain here. The new direction to be taken, and the
various precautions to be adopted, are all drawn out ready. The only
question now before us is, Who is to stop here, and who is to undertake the
journey?" At last, on the 22d of November, the weather
moderated. In a few hours the storm suddenly ceased. The wind veered round
to the north, and the thermometer fell several degrees. A few birds capable
of a long-sustained flight took wing and disappeared. There really seemed
to be a likelihood that the temperature was at last going to become what it
ought to be at this time of the year in such an elevated latitude. The
colonists might well regret that it was not now what it had been during the
last cold season, when the column of mercury fell to 72° Fahrenheit
below zero. ‘Here he comes, I think,’ said Mr Wace,
turning round on hearing a movement near the small door on a level with the
platform. ‘By George! it’s Mr Debarry. Come now, this is
handsome.’ "Has anybody spoken to you since last night? Has any
stranger followed you in the street?" These last words the young
chief spoke in English; and he continued the conversation in that language,
as if apprehensive of being overheard, and, indeed, as if under the sense
of some involuntary hesitation. "Yes." The quarter-master — a
large grave fat man, slow alike in his bodily and his mental movements —
listened to this extraordinary remonstrance with a fixed stare of amazement,
and an open mouth from which the unspat tobacco-juice tricked in little
brown streams. When the impetuous young gentleman paused (not for want of
words, merely for want of breath), the quarter-master turned about, and
addressed himself to the audience gathered round. "Gentlemen," he said,
with a Roman brevity, "this young fellow is mad." This was so boldly
said, and seemed so plausible, that it shook the smith’s opinion of
the Prince’s innocence. It lay in sheets round the line. It ran
up the hills to the dark pines. It rioted over the brown sandbars of the
swollen rivers, and faded away by mile after mile to the shores of the
leaden sea. The high-peaked houses of brown thatch stood knee-deep in it,
and it surged up to the factory chimneys of Osaka. ‘But,
Ludovic, I am so anxious to see you settled.’ ‘Oh, but
you should keep it still. I feel almost certain that Lady Lufton would like
such a match.’ The Framley property did not run into the parish
of Hogglestock; but nevertheless Lady Lufton did what she could in the way
of kindness to these new-comers. Providence had not supplied Hogglestock
with a Lady Lufton, or with any substitute in the shape of lord or lady,
squire or squiress. The Hogglestock farmers, male and female, were a rude,
rough set, not bordering in their social rank on the farmer gentle; and
Lady Lufton, knowing this, and hearing something of these Crawleys from Mrs
Arabin the dean’s wife, trimmed her lamps, so that they should shed a
wider light, and pour forth some of their influence on that forlorn
household. And as regards Mrs Crawley, Lady Lufton by no means found that
her work was thrown away. Mrs Crawley accepted her kindness with
thankfulness, and returned to some of the softness of life under her hand.
As for dining at Framley Court, that was out of the question. Mr Crawley,
she knew, would not hear of it, even if other things were fitting and
appliances were at command. Indeed Mrs Crawley at once said that she felt
herself unfit to go through such a ceremony with anything like comfort. The
dean, she said, would talk of their going to stay at the deanery; but she
thought it quite impossible that either of them should endure even that.
But, all the same, Lady Lufton was a comfort to her; and the poor woman
felt that it was well to have a lady near her in case of need. ‘
It is no good.’ She looked up as she spoke. Clara appeared to
have yielded at last to the conspiracy to keep her in the dark. She had
returned slowly to the boat-house doorway, and she was standing alone on
the threshold, looking out. Approaching her to lead her to the
luncheon-table, Mrs. Crayford could hear that she was speaking softly to
herself. She was repeating the farewell words which Richard Wardour had
spoken to her at the ball. ‘But there will never be anything of
the sort, I’m sure, Lady Lufton. He is not thinking of such a thing
in the least.’ ‘There are two horses,’ said Mrs
Crawley, distinguishing the noise with the accurate sense of hearing which
is always attached to sickness; ‘and it is not the noise of the
pony-carriage.’ ‘Shall I meet you at the duke’s
next week, Mr Robarts?’ said the bishop to him, soon after they had
gone into the drawing-room. Meet him at the duke’s!—-the established
enemy of Barsetshire mankind, as Lady Lufton regarded his grace! No idea of
going to the duke’s had ever entered our hero’s mind; nor had
he been aware that the duke was about to entertain anyone. "Go or
stay," reiterated Wardour, "it’s all one to me. You will be luckier,
young one, when you cast for yourself." ‘Mr Tickler, Mrs
Grantly, is a man of assured morals and of a highly religious tone of
thinking. I wish every one could be so safe as regards their
daughters’ future prospects as I am.’ He paused, looking
sadly but firmly at Aileen under his shaggy eyebrows. She knew he meant
this. It was his most solemn, his most religious expression. But she did
not answer. She could not. What was the use? Only she was not going. She
knew that — and so she stood there white and tense. ‘Well, dear,
what can I do?’ said Mrs Thorne. ‘I can’t cut them down;
the doctor would not let me.’ This didn’t in the least
offend him. A curious smile broke out on his face; it widened his eyes, and
it twitched up his mouth at one corner. He held out his hand to stop me. I
waited, in case he felt bound to make an apology. He did nothing of the
sort — he only made a remark. ‘I certainly do, Ludovic; and I
have to thank you for reminding me of my duty so gallantly.’ And so
she said that she would go to Mrs Harold Smith’s. Poor lady! She gave
much more weight to those few words about Miss Grantly than they deserved.
It rejoiced her heart to think that her son was anxious to meet Griselda —
that he should perpetrate this little ruse in order to gain his wish. But
he had spoken out of the mere emptiness of his mind, without thought of
what he was saying, excepting that he wished to please his mother. But
nevertheless he went to Mrs Harold Smith’s, and when there he did
dance more than once with Griselda Grantly — to the manifest discomfiture
of Lord Dumbello. He came in late, and at the moment Lord Dumbello was
moving slowly up the room, with Griselda on his arm, while Lady Lufton was
sitting near looking on with unhappy eyes. And then Griselda sat down, with
Lord Dumbello stood mute at her elbow. Amelius went back to the
cottage, to see if Toff had returned, in his absence, before he paid his
daily visit to Surgeon Pinfold. He called down the kitchen stairs, "Are you
there, Toff?" And Toff answered briskly, "At your service,
sir." "Conduct us to the Duke’s apartment, and bring the
prisoners with us. Also should there be a female in the castle, if she hath
not been murdered or spirited away — the companion of the glee maiden who
brought the first alarm." "Revellers in masking habits," replied
Henry. But through it all the two men, upheld by the consciousness of
a duty to perform, bravely struggled on against the gale, which nearly tore
them to pieces, along the new beach, the foam sometimes bathing their feet,
and presently gained the large wood which shut in Cape Michael. This they
would have to cross to get to the coast by the shortest route, and they
entered it in complete darkness, the wind thundering among the branches
over their heads. Everything seemed to be breaking to pieces around them,
the dislocated branches intercepted their passage, and every moment they
ran a risk of being crushed beneath a falling tree, or they stumbled over a
stump they had not been able to see in the gloom. The noise of the waves on
the other side of the wood was a sufficient guide to their steps, and
sometimes the furious breakers shook the weakened ground beneath their
feet. Holding each other’s hands lest they should lose each other,
supporting each other, and the one helping the other up when he fell over
some obstacle, they at last reached the point for which they were
bound. He murdreit mony in medecyne. "The seventeen years’
difference is the best thing about it. Jerry wants steadying. If he can be
a father to her as well, it may work. He’s had infinite experiences.
I’m glad it’s Ceylon." Dinny was astonished at the
general sobriety. No drinking and no streamers, no donkey-carts, false
noses, badinage. Not a four-inhand visible, not a coster nor a Kate;
nothing but a wedged and moving stream of motor ‘buses and cars
mostly shut. Jean looked rather horrified, and Dinny
smiled. "What did they say?" he inquired, putting his arm around her
and looking quietly into her nervous eyes. "He’ll be a pariah,"
burst from the General, "he’ll be a pariah! Dinny, Dinny!" "I
have just paid my daily visit to the reindeer-trap, sir." "I will go
at once. Rouse the doctor." Christian knew this was a sign that he
was expected to go, but he lingered standing, with one hand on the back of
his chair. At last he said, rather sulkily — "Always? I wonder. And,
anyway, that means doing so long a sum every time that I can’t think
how you ever get to acting. And surely ethical rules are just the result of
countless decisions on those same problems made by people in the past, so
why not take them for granted?" ‘Then, sir, you would vote for
the ballot?’ said Mr Lyon, stroking his chin. At breakfast they
all behaved as if nothing had happened. So then, they all knew the worst!
‘Upon my word that’s too bad,’ said
Sowerby. "You’ve hit it, sir," Amelius answered coolly. "They
have unlimited confidence in their system of education. And I’m a
proof of it." ‘I really think Miss Robarts has managed very
well,’ said the dean. ‘Mrs Crawley must be so much more
comfortable to think that they are out of danger.’ It seems to
me that to put the thing much more precisely than this is to depart from
the reality of the matter. "See that man going in to see Tighe?
" ‘I call that retribution,’ said Esther, with a laugh as
sweet as the morning thrush. "H’m!" said Grice. "He
bites." "I see," said the General, quietly: "But he should never have
let Dinny in for it." In this connection, the scheme which George W.
Stener had brought forward, representing actually in the background Strobik,
Wycroft, and Harmon, was an opening wedge for himself. Stener’s plan
was to loan him money out of the city treasury at two per cent., or, if he
would waive all commissions, for nothing (an agent for self-protective
purposes was absolutely necessary), and with it take over the North
Pennsylvania Company’s line on Front Street, which, because of the
shortness of its length, one mile and a half, and the brevity of the
duration of its franchise, was neither doing very well nor being rated very
high. Cowperwood in return for his manipulative skill was to have a fair
proportion of the stock — twenty per cent. Strobik and Wycroft knew the
parties from whom the bulk of the stock could be secured if engineered
properly. Their plan was then, with this borrowed treasury money, to extend
its franchise and then the line itself, and then later again, by issuing a
great block of stock and hypothecating it with a favored bank, be able to
return the principal to the city treasury and pocket their profits from the
line as earned. There was no trouble in this, in so far as Cowperwood was
concerned, except that it divided the stock very badly among these various
individuals, and left him but a comparatively small share — for his thought
and pains. ‘The game is not worth the candle. And yet it was a
triumph to have both the duke and Tom Towers. You must confess that I have
not managed badly.’ Soon after that the Greshams went away, and in an
hour’s time or so, Miss Dunstable was allowed to drag herself to her
own bed. Thus words embalm ‘As to
doubt,’ said Felix, loudly and brusquely as before, ‘if it is
those absurd medicines and gulling advertisements that my mother has been
talking of to you — and I suppose it is — I’ve no more doubt about
them than I have about pocket-picking. I know there’s a stage of
speculation in which a man may doubt whether a pickpocket is blame-worthy —
but I’m not one of your subtle fellows who keep looking at the world
through their own legs. If I allowed the sale of those medicines to go on,
and my mother to live out of the proceeds when I can keep her by the honest
labour of my hands, I’ve not the least doubt that I should be a
rascal.’ On the point of answering angrily, Mrs. Farnaby
restrained herself. "You are trying to force a quarrel on me," she said;
"you shan’t spoil the happiest morning of my life. Wait here by
yourself." The General went to the window and stood looking
out. It was while the war was on, and after it was perfectly plain
that it was not to be of a few days’ duration, that Cowperwood’
s first great financial opportunity came to him. There was a strong demand
for money at the time on the part of the nation, the State, and the city.
In July, 1861, Congress had authorized a loan of fifty million dollars, to
be secured by twenty-year bonds with interest not to exceed seven per cent.,
and the State authorized a loan of three millions on much the same
security, the first being handled by financiers of Boston, New York, and
Philadelphia, the second by Philadelphia financiers alone. Cowperwood had
no hand in this. He was not big enough. He read in the papers of gatherings
of men whom he knew personally or by reputation, "to consider the best way
to aid the nation or the State"; but he was not included. And yet his soul
yearned to be of them. He noticed how often a rich man’s word
sufficed — no money, no certificates, no collateral, no anything — just his
word. If Drexel & Co., or Jay Cooke & Co., or Gould & Fiske
were rumored to be behind anything, how secure it was! Jay Cooke, a young
man in Philadelphia, had made a great strike taking this State loan in
company with Drexel & Co., and selling it at par. The general opinion
was that it ought to be and could only be sold at ninety. Cooke did not
believe this. He believed that State pride and State patriotism would
warrant offering the loan to small banks and private citizens, and that
they would subscribe it fully and more. Events justified Cooke
magnificently, and his public reputation was assured. Cowperwood wished he
could make some such strike; but he was too practical to worry over
anything save the facts and conditions that were before
him. "Yes." "Ah, poor Amelius! He had better have gone back to
Miss Mellicent, and put up with the little drawback of her age. What a
bright lovable fellow he was! Goodbye to Goldenheart!" "Why not?"
Amelius asked. He had found the letter — with the envelope unfastened
— on the floor of the bedchamber, and had fortunately secured it before the
landlady and the servant had ventured back to the room. The doctor,
returning a few minutes afterwards, had warned the two women that a
coroner’s inquest would be held in the house, and had vainly
cautioned them to be careful of what they said or did in the interval. Not
only the subject of the death, but a discovery which had followed,
revealing the name of the ill-fated woman marked on her linen, and showing
that she had used an assumed name in taking the lodgings as Mrs. Ronald,
became the gossip of the neighbourhood in a few hours. Under these
circumstances, the catastrophe was made the subject of a paragraph in the
evening journals; the name being added for the information of any surviving
relatives who might be ignorant of the sad event. If the landlady had found
the letter, that circumstance also would in all probability, have formed
part of the statement in the newspapers, and the secret of Mrs.
Farnaby’s life and death would have been revealed to the public
view. "You owned yourself just now that you were not well seasoned to
fatigue," he persisted. "You feel (you must feel) how weak that last
illness has left you? You know (I am sure you know) how unfit you are to
brave exposure to cold, and long marches over the
snow." ‘And as to the stern old mother who thought her
only son too precious to be parted with at the first word — is nothing to
be said to her?’ She burst out laughing. "Go on!" she cried,
with a wild derisive gaiety. "Get Up, Stener," he said, calmly, after
a few moments. "You mustn’t give way to your feelings like this. You
must not cry. These troubles are never unraveled by tears. You must do a
little thinking for yourself. Perhaps your situation isn’t so
bad." ‘Well,’ said Harold, pausing in front of her,
leaning one arm on the mantelpiece, and speaking very gravely, ‘I
hope that in any case, since you appear to have no near relative who
understands affairs, you will confide in me, and trust me with all your
intentions as if I had no other personal concern in the matter than a
regard for you. I hope you believe me capable of acting as the guardian of
your interest, even where it turns out to be inevitably opposed to my
own.’ "I have sworn," said Henry, "that this shall be no revel
night in this house: I am in my workday clothes, as you see, and keep fast,
as I have reason, instead of holiday. You have had wassail enough for the
holiday evening, for you speak thick already. If you wish more ale or wine
you must go elsewhere."