How to pronounce “tutelar” in English

The sun set and the sky began to glow. Ambrose tried forcing on himself a consciousness of the texture of his clothing. He attuned himself to the places where it touched, brushed, orlay lightly on his skin. He felt his stomach rumble. As he turned his attention upward to the orange evening sky, he felt a ghostly attraction to the place—or rather, its tutelaryspirit—a desire to embrace it, to sleep by its side. He didn’t know what this meant, and he could not articulate it. He could only experience the bagful of sensations and submit