text_original: The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs.
text_transcription: THE WINE SPARKLED IN HIS EYES AND THE BELLS JINGLED MY OWN FANCY GREW WARM WITH THE METOCK WE HAD PASSED THROUGH WALLS OF PILED BONES WITH CASKS AND PUNCHEONS INTERMINGLING INTO THE INMOST RECESSES OF THE CATACOMBS
phonemes: ðə wˈaɪn spˈɑːɹkəld ɪn hɪz ˈaɪz ænd ðə bˈɛlz dʒˈɪŋɡəld. maɪ ˈoʊn fˈænsi ɡɹˈuː wˈɔːɹm wɪððə mˈɛdɑːk. wiː hæd pˈæst θɹuː wˈɔːlz ʌv pˈaɪld bˈoʊnz, wɪð kˈæsks ænd pˈʌntʃənz ˌɪntɚmˈɪŋɡəlɪŋ, ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɪnmoʊst ɹˈiːsɛsᵻz ʌvðə kˈæɾɐkˌoʊmz.