| /packages/services/Telephony/src/com/android/phone/ |
| Constants.java | 143 // Dtmf tone type setting value for CDMA phone
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| /prebuilts/gcc/linux-x86/host/i686-linux-glibc2.7-4.4.3/sysroot/usr/include/linux/dvb/ |
| frontend.h | 131 /* DiSEqC, tone and parameters */
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| /prebuilts/gcc/linux-x86/host/i686-linux-glibc2.7-4.4.3/sysroot/usr/include/linux/ |
| kd.h | 24 #define KDMKTONE 0x4B30 /* generate tone */
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| /prebuilts/gcc/linux-x86/host/i686-linux-glibc2.7-4.6/sysroot/usr/include/linux/dvb/ |
| frontend.h | 131 /* DiSEqC, tone and parameters */
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| /prebuilts/gcc/linux-x86/host/i686-linux-glibc2.7-4.6/sysroot/usr/include/linux/ |
| kd.h | 24 #define KDMKTONE 0x4B30 /* generate tone */
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| /prebuilts/gcc/linux-x86/host/x86_64-linux-glibc2.7-4.6/sysroot/usr/include/linux/dvb/ |
| frontend.h | 131 /* DiSEqC, tone and parameters */
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| /prebuilts/gcc/linux-x86/host/x86_64-linux-glibc2.7-4.6/sysroot/usr/include/linux/ |
| kd.h | 24 #define KDMKTONE 0x4B30 /* generate tone */
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| /external/guava/guava-tests/test/com/google/common/io/testdata/ |
| alice_in_wonderland.txt | 424 `Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: `don't be
451 sorrowful tone, `I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the
533 `As wet as ever,' said Alice in a melancholy tone: `it doesn't
545 `What I was going to say,' said the Dodo in an offended tone,
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| /external/chromium_org/third_party/libjingle/source/talk/session/media/ |
| call.cc | 620 // Check to see if we have a queued tone
624 int tone = queued_dtmf_.front(); local
627 LOG(LS_INFO) << "Call::ContinuePlayDTMF(" << tone << ")";
631 it->second.voice_channel->PressDTMF(tone, true);
635 // Post a message to play the next tone or at least clear the playing_dtmf_
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| /external/icu4c/data/unidata/ |
| UnicodeData.txt | 389 0184;LATIN CAPITAL LETTER TONE SIX;Lu;0;L;;;;;N;;;;0185;
390 0185;LATIN SMALL LETTER TONE SIX;Ll;0;L;;;;;N;;;0184;;0184
424 01A7;LATIN CAPITAL LETTER TONE TWO;Lu;0;L;;;;;N;;;;01A8;
425 01A8;LATIN SMALL LETTER TONE TWO;Ll;0;L;;;;;N;;;01A7;;01A7
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| /frameworks/opt/telephony/src/java/com/android/internal/telephony/ |
| Phone.java | 370 * Notifies when out-band ringback tone is needed.<p>
375 * AsyncResult.result = boolean, true to start play ringback tone
381 * Unregisters for ringback tone notification.
801 * Play a DTMF tone on the active call. Ignored if there is no active call.
808 * Start to paly a DTMF tone on the active call. Ignored if there is no active call
809 * or there is a playing DTMF tone.
816 * Stop the playing DTMF tone. Ignored if there is no playing DTMF
817 * tone or no active call.
822 * send burst DTMF tone, it can send the string as single character or multiple character
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| /external/chromium_org/third_party/icu/source/data/unidata/ |
| UnicodeData.txt | 389 0184;LATIN CAPITAL LETTER TONE SIX;Lu;0;L;;;;;N;;;;0185;
390 0185;LATIN SMALL LETTER TONE SIX;Ll;0;L;;;;;N;;;0184;;0184
424 01A7;LATIN CAPITAL LETTER TONE TWO;Lu;0;L;;;;;N;;;;01A8;
425 01A8;LATIN SMALL LETTER TONE TWO;Ll;0;L;;;;;N;;;01A7;;01A7
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| ScriptExtensions.txt | 50 302A..302D ; Bopo Hani # Mn [4] IDEOGRAPHIC LEVEL TONE MARK..IDEOGRAPHIC ENTERING TONE MARK
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| /external/chromium_org/chrome/third_party/chromevox/chromevox/background/mathmaps/symbols/ |
| latin-lower-phonetic.json | 338 "default": "latin small letter tone six",
340 "short": "tone six"
448 "default": "latin small letter tone two",
450 "short": "tone two"
528 "default": "latin small letter tone five",
530 "short": "tone five"
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| /external/harfbuzz/contrib/tables/ |
| Scripts.txt | 76 02E5..02EB ; Common # Sk [7] MODIFIER LETTER EXTRA-HIGH TONE BAR..MODIFIER LETTER YANG DEPARTING TONE MARK
392 A700..A716 ; Common # Sk [23] MODIFIER LETTER CHINESE TONE YIN PING..MODIFIER LETTER EXTRA-LOW LEFT-STEM TONE BAR
394 A720..A721 ; Common # Sk [2] MODIFIER LETTER STRESS AND HIGH TONE..MODIFIER LETTER STRESS AND LOW TONE
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| GraphemeBreakProperty.txt | 77 07EB..07F3 ; Extend # Mn [9] NKO COMBINING SHORT HIGH TONE..NKO COMBINING DOUBLE DOT ABOVE
152 0EC8..0ECD ; Extend # Mn [6] LAO TONE MAI EK..LAO NIGGAHITA
172 108D ; Extend # Mn MYANMAR SIGN SHAN COUNCIL EMPHATIC TONE
209 302A..302F ; Extend # Mn [6] IDEOGRAPHIC LEVEL TONE MARK..HANGUL DOUBLE DOT TONE MARK
219 A926..A92D ; Extend # Mn [8] KAYAH LI VOWEL UE..KAYAH LI TONE CALYA PLOPHU
300 1062..1064 ; SpacingMark # Mc [3] MYANMAR VOWEL SIGN SGAW KAREN EU..MYANMAR TONE MARK SGAW KAREN KE PHO
301 1067..106D ; SpacingMark # Mc [7] MYANMAR VOWEL SIGN WESTERN PWO KAREN EU..MYANMAR SIGN WESTERN PWO KAREN TONE-5
303 1087..108C ; SpacingMark # Mc [6] MYANMAR SIGN SHAN TONE-2..MYANMAR SIGN SHAN COUNCIL TONE-
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| /external/libvorbis/lib/ |
| Makefile.in | 37 EXTRA_PROGRAMS = barkmel$(EXEEXT) tone$(EXEEXT) psytune$(EXEEXT)
97 am_tone_OBJECTS = tone.$(OBJEXT)
292 tone_SOURCES = tone.c
390 tone$(EXEEXT): $(tone_OBJECTS) $(tone_DEPENDENCIES)
391 @rm -f tone$(EXEEXT)
422 @AMDEP_TRUE@@am__include@ @am__quote@./$(DEPDIR)/tone.Po@am__quote@
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| /external/bluetooth/bluedroid/bta/include/ |
| bta_ag_api.h | 38 #define BTA_AG_FEAT_INBAND 0x00000008 /* In-band ring tone */
239 #define BTA_AG_AT_VTS_EVT 15 /* Transmit DTMF tone */
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| /external/chromium/third_party/libjingle/source/talk/session/phone/ |
| mediachannel.h | 226 // Specifies a ringback tone to be played during call setup.
228 // Plays or stops the aforementioned ringback tone
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| /frameworks/base/services/java/com/android/server/power/ |
| WirelessChargerDetector.java | 43 * plays a tone when the device is docked in a wireless charger. It is important
45 * can be intrusive for the user (especially if they cause a tone to be played
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| /hardware/libhardware/include/hardware/ |
| audio_policy.h | 357 /* request the playback of a tone on the specified stream.
362 audio_policy_tone_t tone,
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| /hardware/ti/wlan/mac80211/ti-utils/ |
| plt.c | 302 COMMAND(plt, tx_tone, "<power> <tone type>",
304 "Do command tx_tone to transmit a tone\n");
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| /ndk/sources/host-tools/sed-4.2.1/testsuite/ |
| madding.sed | 8 s/The girl on the summit of the load sat motionless, surrounded by tables and chairs with their legs upwards, backed by an oak settle, and ornamented in front by pots of geraniums, myrtles, and cactuses, together with a caged canary -- all probably from the windows of the house just vacated. There was also a cat in a willow basket, from the partly-opened lid of which she gazed with half-closed eyes, and affectionately-surveyed the small birds around. The handsome girl waited for some time idly in her place, and the only sound heard in the stillness was the hopping of the canary up and down the perches of its prison. Then she looked attentively downwards. It was not at the bird, nor at the cat; it was at an oblong package tied in paper, and lying between them. She turned her head to learn if the waggoner were coming. He was not yet in sight; and her eyes crept back to the package, her thoughts seeming to run upon what was inside it. At length she drew the article into her lap, and untied the paper covering; a small swing looking- glass was disclosed, in which she proceeded to survey herself attentively. She parted her lips and smiled. It was a fine morning, and the sun lighted up to a scarlet glow the crimson jacket she wore, and painted a soft lustre upon her bright face and dark hair. The myrtles, geraniums, and cactuses packed around her were fresh and green, and at such a leafless season they invested the whole concern of horses, waggon, furniture, and girl with a peculiar vernal charm. What possessed her to indulge in such a performance in the sight of the sparrows, blackbirds, and unperceived farmer who were alone its spectators, -- whether the smile began as a factitious one, to test her capacity in that art, -- nobody knows; it ended certainly in a real smile. She blushed at herself, and seeing her reflection blush, blushed the more. The change from the customary spot and necessary occasion of such an act -- from the dressing hour in a bedroom to a time of travelling out of doors -- lent to the idle deed a novelty it did not intrinsically possess. The picture was a delicate one. Woman's prescriptive infirmity had stalked into the sunlight, which had clothed it in the freshness of an originality. A cynical inference was irresistible by Gabriel Oak as he regarded the scene, generous though he fain would have been. There was no necessity whatever for her looking in the glass. She did not adjust her hat, or pat her hair, or press a dimple into shape, or do one thing to signify that any such intention had been her motive in taking up the glass. She simply observed herself as a fair product of Nature in the feminine kind, her thoughts seeming to glide into far-off though likely dramas in which men would play a part -- vistas of probable triumphs -- the smiles being of a phase suggesting that hearts were imagined as lost and won. Still, this was but conjecture, and the whole series of actions was so idly put forth as to make it rash to assert that intention had any part in them at all. The waggoner's steps were heard returning. She put the glass in the paper, and the whole again into its place. When the waggon had passed on, Gabriel withdrew from his point of espial, and descending into the road, followed the vehicle to the turnpike-gate some way beyond the bottom of the hill, where the object of his contemplation now halted for the payment of toll. About twenty steps still remained between him and the gate, when he heard a dispute. It was a difference concerning twopence between the persons with the waggon and the man at the toll-bar. "Mis'ess's niece is upon the top of the things, and she says that's enough that I've offered ye, you great miser, and she won't pay any more." These were the waggoner's words. "Very well; then mis'ess's niece can't pass," said the turnpike-keeper, closing the gate. Oak looked from one to the other of the disputants, and fell into a reverie. There was something in the tone of twopence remarkably insignificant. Threepence had a definite value as money -- it was an appreciable infringement on a day's wages, and, as such, a higgling matter; but twopence -- "Here," he said, stepping forward and handing twopence to the gatekeeper; "let the young woman pass." He looked up at her then; she heard his words, and looked down. Gabriel's features adhered throughout their form so exactly to the middle line between the beauty of St. John and the ugliness of Judas Iscariot, as represented in a window of the church he attended, that not a single lineament could be selected and called worthy either of distinction or notoriety. The red-jacketed and dark-haired maiden seemed to think so too, for she carelessly glanced over him, and told her man to drive on. She might have looked her thanks to Gabriel on a minute scale, but she did not speak them; more probably she felt none, for in gaining her a passage he had lost her her point, and we know how women take a favour of that kind. The gatekeeper surveyed the retreating vehicle. "That's a handsome maid," he said to Oak. "But she has her faults," said Gabriel. "True, farmer." "And the greatest of them is -- well, what it is always." "Beating people down? ay, 'tis so." "O no." "What, then?" Gabriel, perhaps a little piqued by the comely traveller's indifference, glanced back to where he had witnessed her performance over the hedge, and said, "Vanity."/The girl on the summit of the load sat motionless, surrounded by tables and chairs with their legs upwards, backed by an oak settle, and ornamented in front by pots of geraniums, myrtles, and cactuses, together with a caged canary -- all probably from the windows of the house just vacated. There was also a cat in a willow basket, from the partly-opened lid of which she gazed with half-closed eyes, and affectionately-surveyed the small birds around. The handsome girl waited for some time idly in her place, and the only sound heard in the stillness was the hopping of the canary up and down the perches of its prison. Then she looked attentively downwards. It was not at the bird, nor at the cat; it was at an oblong package tied in paper, and lying between them. She turned her head to learn if the waggoner were coming. He was not yet in sight; and her eyes crept back to the package, her thoughts seeming to run upon what was inside it. At length she drew the article into her lap, and untied the paper covering; a small swing looking- glass was disclosed, in which she proceeded to survey herself attentively. She parted her lips and smiled. It was a fine morning, and the sun lighted up to a scarlet glow the crimson jacket she wore, and painted a soft lustre upon her bright face and dark hair. The myrtles, geraniums, and cactuses packed around her were fresh and green, and at such a leafless season they invested the whole concern of horses, waggon, furniture, and girl with a peculiar vernal charm. What possessed her to indulge in such a performance in the sight of the sparrows, blackbirds, and unperceived farmer who were alone its spectators, -- whether the smile began as a factitious one, to test her capacity in that art, -- nobody knows; it ended certainly in a real smile. She blushed at herself, and seeing her reflection blush, blushed the more. The change from the customary spot and necessary occasion of such an act -- from the dressing hour in a bedroom to a time of travelling out of doors -- lent to the idle deed a novelty it did not intrinsically possess. The picture was a delicate one. Woman's prescriptive infirmity had stalked into the sunlight, which had clothed it in the freshness of an originality. A cynical inference was irresistible by Gabriel Oak as he regarded the scene, generous though he fain would have been. There was no necessity whatever for her looking in the glass. She did not adjust her hat, or pat her hair, or press a dimple into shape, or do one thing to signify that any such intention had been her motive in taking up the glass. She simply observed herself as a fair product of Nature in the feminine kind, her thoughts seeming to glide into far-off though likely dramas in which men would play a part -- vistas of probable triumphs -- the smiles being of a phase suggesting that hearts were imagined as lost and won. Still, this was but conjecture, and the whole series of actions was so idly put forth as to make it rash to assert that intention had any part in them at all. The waggoner's steps were heard returning. She put the glass in the paper, and the whole again into its place. When the waggon had passed on, Gabriel withdrew from his point of espial, and descending into the road, followed the vehicle to the turnpike-gate some way beyond the bottom of the hill, where the object of his contemplation now halted for the payment of toll. About twenty steps still remained between him and the gate, when he heard a dispute. It was a difference concerning twopence between the persons with the waggon and the man at the toll-bar. "Mis'ess's niece is upon the top of the things, and she says that's enough that I've offered ye, you great miser, and she won't pay any more." These were the waggoner's words. "Very well; then mis'ess's niece can't pass," said the turnpike-keeper, closing the gate. Oak looked from one to the other of the disputants, and fell into a reverie. There was something in the tone of twopence remarkably insignificant. Threepence had a definite value as money -- it was an appreciable infringement on a day's wages, and, as such, a higgling matter; but twopence -- "Here," he said, stepping forward and handing twopence to the gatekeeper; "let the young woman pass." He looked up at her then; she heard his words, and looked down. Gabriel's features adhered throughout their form so exactly to the middle line between the beauty of St. John and the ugliness of Judas Iscariot, as represented in a window of the church he attended, that not a single lineament could be selected and called worthy either of distinction or notoriety. The red-jacketed and dark-haired maiden seemed to think so too, for she carelessly glanced over him, and told her man to drive on. She might have looked her thanks to Gabriel on a minute scale, but she did not speak them; more probably she felt none, for in gaining her a passage he had lost her her point, and we know how women take a favour of that kind. The gatekeeper surveyed the retreating vehicle. "That's a handsome maid," he said to Oak. "But she has her faults," said Gabriel. "True, farmer." "And the greatest of them is -- well, what it is always." "Beating people down? ay, 'tis so." "O no." "What, then?" Gabriel, perhaps a little piqued by the comely traveller's indifference, glanced back to where he had witnessed her performance over the hedge, and said, "Vanity, dude."/
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| /packages/apps/InCallUI/res/values-tl/ |
| strings.xml | 51 <string name="wait_prompt_str" msgid="7601815427707856238">"Ipadala ang mga sumusunod na tone?\n"</string>
165 <string name="dtmf_tone_enable_title" msgid="827601042915852989">"Mga tone ng pagpindot sa dial pad"</string>
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| /external/aac/libSBRenc/src/ |
| mh_det.h | 104 FIXP_DBL decayGuideOrig; /*!< decay value of the tonality value of the guide for the tone. */
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