text_original: It tolled One when the firing began; and is now pointing towards Five, and still the firing slakes not.—Far down, in their vaults, the seven Prisoners hear muffled din as of earthquakes; their Turnkeys answer vaguely.
text_transcription: A TOLL ONE WHEN THE FIRING BEGAN AND IS NOW POINTING TOWARDS FIVE AND STILL THE FIRING SLAKES NOT FAR DOWN IN THEIR VAULT THE SEVEN PRISONERS HEAR MUFFLED DIN AS OF EARTHQUAKES THEIR TURNKEYS ANSWER VAGUELY
phonemes: ɪt tˈoʊld wˈʌn wɛn ðə fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ bɪɡˈæn; ænd ɪz nˈaʊ pˈɔɪntɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz fˈaɪv, ænd stˈɪl ðə fˈaɪɚɹɪŋ slˈeɪks nˈɑːt.—fˈɑːɹ dˈaʊn, ɪn ðɛɹ vˈɔlts, ðə sˈɛvən pɹˈɪzənɚz hˈɪɹ mˈʌfəld dˈɪn æz ʌv ˈɜːθkweɪks; ðɛɹ tˈɜːŋkiːz ˈænsɚ vˈeɪɡli.