text_original: "Wait, Milo," replied Dolores, shuddering slightly at sight of him. The giant was streaked and splashed with blood; for in those moments when he stood defenseless before casting his infernal machine, a dozen cutlases and knives had sought his life.
text_transcription: WAIT MAILO REPLIED DOLORES SHUDDERING SLIGHTLY AT SIGHT OF HIM THE GIANT WAS STREAKED AND SPLASHED WITH BLOOD FOR IN THOSE MOMENTS WHEN HE STOOD DEFENCELESS BEFORE CASTING HIS INFERNAL MACHINE A DOZEN CUTLASSES AND KNIVES HAD SOUGHT HIS LIFE
phonemes: "wˈeɪt, mˈaɪloʊ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd dəlˈɔːɹɪs, ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ slˈaɪtli æt sˈaɪt ʌv hˌɪm. ðə dʒˈaɪənt wʌz stɹˈiːkt ænd splˈæʃt wɪð blˈʌd; fɔːɹ ɪn ðoʊz mˈoʊmənts wɛn hiː stˈʊd dᵻfˈɛnsləs bᵻfˌɔːɹ kˈæstɪŋ hɪz ɪnfˈɜːnəl məʃˈiːn, ɐ dˈʌzən kˈʌtleɪzᵻz ænd nˈaɪvz hæd sˈɔːt hɪz lˈaɪf.