text_original: Indeed, the mere idea of squelching a wriggling, writhing, squeaking rat between a pair of tongs made an icy shiver go all down my spine. Pollie whirled the poker round her head with a regular whoop. What had come to her I could not imagine. Her eyes flamed ; her cheeks were flushed ; she was transformed.
text_transcription: INDEED THE MERE IDEA OF SQUELCHING AND WRIGGLING WRITHING SQUEAKING RAT BETWEEN A PAIR OF TONGS MADE AN ICY SHIVER GO ALL DOWN MY SPINE POLLY WHIRLED THE POKER ROUND HER HEAD WITH A REGULAR WHOOP WHAT HAD COME TO HER I COULD NOT IMAGINE HER EYES FLAMED HER CHEEKS WERE FLUSHED SHE WAS TRANSFORMED
phonemes: ˌɪndˈiːd, ðə mˈɪɹ aɪdˈiə ʌv skwˈɛltʃɪŋ ɐ ɹˈɪɡlɪŋ, ɹˈaɪðɪŋ, skwˈiːkɪŋ ɹˈæt bᵻtwˌiːn ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv tˈɑːŋz mˌeɪd ɐn ˈaɪsi ʃˈɪvɚ ɡˌoʊ ˈɔːl dˌaʊn maɪ spˈaɪn. pˈɑːli wˈɜːld ðə pˈoʊkɚ ɹˈaʊnd hɜː hˈɛd wɪð ɐ ɹˈɛɡjʊlɚ wˈuːp. wˌʌt hæd kˈʌm tə hɜːɹ aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt ɪmˈædʒɪn. hɜːɹ ˈaɪz flˈeɪmd ; hɜː tʃˈiːks wɜː flˈʌʃt ; ʃiː wʌz tɹænsfˈɔːɹmd.