text_original: Mr. Barter got up, and stood bending over the table, crimson in the face, staring at Gregory, and unable to speak. "Either you or I," he said at last, stammering with passion, "must leave this room!"
text_transcription: MISTER BARDER GOT UP AND STOOD BENDING OVER THE TABLE CRIMSON IN THE FACE STARING AT GREGORY AND UNABLE TO SPEAK EITHER YOU OR I HE SAID AT LAST STAMMERING WITH PASSION MUST LEAVE THIS ROOM
phonemes: mˈɪstɚ. bˈɑːɹɾɚ ɡɑːt ˈʌp, ænd stˈʊd bˈɛndɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə tˈeɪbəl, kɹˈɪmsən ɪnðə fˈeɪs, stˈɛɹɪŋ æt ɡɹˈɛɡɚɹi, ænd ʌnˈeɪbəl tə spˈiːk. "ˈiːðɚ juː ɔːɹ ˈaɪ," hiː sˈɛd æt lˈæst, stˈæmɚɹɪŋ wɪð pˈæʃən, "mˈʌst lˈiːv ðɪs ɹˈuːm!"