text_original: I guessed what would happen. Picking himself up, Nick was at the man like a hurricane, seizing him swiftly by the leg. The negro fell upon the platform, clutching wildly, where he lay in a sheer fright, shrieking for mercy, his cries rivalled by those of the lady within.
text_transcription: I GUESSED WHAT WOULD HAPPEN PICKING HIMSELF UP NICK WAS AT THE MAN LIKE A HURRICANE SEIZING HIM SWIFTLY BY THE LEG THE NEGRO FELL UPON THE PLATFORM CLUTCHING WILDLY WHERE HE LAY IN SHEER FRIGHT SHRIEKING FOR MERCY HIS CRIES RIVALLED BY THOSE OF THE LADY WITHIN
phonemes: aɪ ɡˈɛst wʌt wʊd hˈæpən. pˈɪkɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ˈʌp, nˈɪk wʌz æt ðə mˈæn lˈaɪk ɐ hˈɜːɹᵻkˌeɪn, sˈiːzɪŋ hˌɪm swˈɪftli baɪ ðə lˈɛɡ. ðə nˈiːɡɹoʊ fˈɛl əpˌɑːn ðə plˈætfɔːɹm, klˈʌtʃɪŋ wˈaɪldli, wˌɛɹ hiː lˈeɪ ɪn ɐ ʃˈɪɹ fɹˈaɪt, ʃɹˈiːkɪŋ fɔːɹ mˈɜːsi, hɪz kɹˈaɪz ɹˈaɪvəld baɪ ðoʊz ʌvðə lˈeɪdi wɪðˈɪn.