text_original: Before I could cry out the man gave a grunt, leaned his gun against the gate, and tore my fingers from the bolt handle. Astonishment robbed me of breath as he threw open the postern.
text_transcription: BEFORE I COULD CRY OUT THE MAN GAVE A GRUNT LEANED HIS GUN AGAINST THE GATE AND TORE MY FINGERS FROM THE BOLT HANDLE ASTONISHMENT ROBBED ME OF BREATH AS HE THREW OPEN THE POSTERN
phonemes: bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ kʊd kɹˈaɪ ˈaʊt ðə mˈæn ɡˈeɪv ɐ ɡɹˈʌnt, lˈiːnd hɪz ɡˈʌn ɐɡˈɛnst ðə ɡˈeɪt, ænd tˈɔːɹ maɪ fˈɪŋɡɚz fɹʌmðə bˈoʊlt hˈændəl. ɐstˈɑːnɪʃmənt ɹˈɑːbd mˌiː ʌv bɹˈɛθ æz hiː θɹˈuː ˈoʊpən ðə pˈoʊstɚn.