text_original: And to those faces gazing up, George's lips were grim, and over them came and went a little bitter smile; but on his forehead he felt still the touch of his horse's muzzle, and his eyes, which none could see, were dark with pain.
text_transcription: AND TO THOSE FACES GAZING UP GEORGE'S LIPS WERE GRIM AND OVER THEM CAME AND WENT A LITTLE BITTER SMILE BUT ON HIS FOREHEAD HE FELT STILL THE TOUCH OF HIS HORSE'S MUZZLE AND HIS EYES WHICH NONE COULD SEE WERE DARK WITH PAIN
phonemes: ænd tə ðoʊz fˈeɪsᵻz ɡˈeɪzɪŋ ˈʌp, dʒˈɔːɹdʒᵻz lˈɪps wɜː ɡɹˈɪm, ænd ˌoʊvɚ ðˌɛm kˈeɪm ænd wɛnt ɐ lˈɪɾəl bˈɪɾɚ smˈaɪl; bˌʌt ˌɔn hɪz fˈɔːɹhɛd hiː fˈɛlt stˈɪl ðə tˈʌtʃ ʌv hɪz hˈɔːɹsᵻz mˈʌzəl, ænd hɪz ˈaɪz, wˌɪtʃ nˈʌn kʊd sˈiː, wɜː dˈɑːɹk wɪð pˈeɪn.