text_original: A queer, spluttering sound at first puzzled Dolores; then she made out a short, hanging fuse depending from the cask, and it spluttered as it dwindled, flinging sparks around the giant's bowed head until the point of fire seemed ready to disappear in the bung hole.
text_transcription: A QUEER SPLUTTERING SOUND AT FIRST PUZZLED DOLORES THEN SHE MADE OUT A SHORT HANGING FUSE DEPENDING FROM THE CASK AND IT SPLUTTERED AS IT DWINDLED FLINGING SPARKS AROUND THE GIANT'S BOWED HEAD UNTIL THE POINT OF FIRE SEEMED READY TO DISAPPEAR IN THE BUNG HOLE
phonemes: ɐ kwˈɪɹ, splˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ sˈaʊnd æt fˈɜːst pˈʌzəld dəlˈɔːɹɪs; ðˈɛn ʃiː mˌeɪd ˈaʊt ɐ ʃˈɔːɹt, hˈæŋɪŋ fjˈuːz dᵻpˈɛndɪŋ fɹʌmðə kˈæsk, ænd ɪt splˈʌɾɚd æz ɪt dwˈɪndəld, flˈɪŋɪŋ spˈɑːɹks ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə dʒˈaɪənts bˈaʊd hˈɛd ʌntˈɪl ðə pˈɔɪnt ʌv fˈaɪɚ sˈiːmd ɹˈɛdi tə dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹ ɪnðə bˈʌŋ hˈoʊl.