text_original: Patriotism rushes in, tumultuous, from grundsel up to ridge tile, through all rooms and passages; rummaging distractedly for arms. What cellar, or what cranny can escape it? The arms are found; all safe there; lying packed in straw,—apparently with a view to being burnt!
text_transcription: PATRIOTISM RUSHES IN TUMULTUOUS FROM GRENZIL UP TO BRIDGE TILE THROUGH ALL ROOMS AND PASSAGES RUMMAGING DISTRACTEDLY FOR ARMS WHAT CELLAR OR WHAT CRANNY CAN ESCAPE IT THE ARMS ARE FOUND ALL SAFE THERE LYING PACKED IN STRAW APPARENTLY WITH A VIEW TO BEING BURNT
phonemes: pˈeɪtɹɪətˌɪzəm ɹˈʌʃᵻz ˈɪn, tuːmˈʌltʃuːəs, fɹʌm ɡɹˈʌndsəl ˌʌp tə ɹˈɪdʒ tˈaɪl, θɹuː ˈɔːl ɹˈuːmz ænd pˈæsɪdʒᵻz; ɹˈʌmɪdʒɪŋ dɪstɹˈæktᵻdli fɔːɹ ˈɑːɹmz. wˌʌt sˈɛlɚ, ɔːɹ wʌt kɹˈæni kæn ɛskˈeɪp ɪt? ðɪ ˈɑːɹmz ɑːɹ fˈaʊnd; ˈɔːl sˈeɪf ðˈɛɹ; lˈaɪɪŋ pˈækt ɪn stɹˈɔː,—ɐpˈæɹəntli wɪð ɐ vjˈuː tə bˌiːɪŋ bˈɜːnt!