text_original: At last, prompted by curiosity and fear, I sought the kitchen, where I had often sat with Breed as he cooked the master's dinner. This was at the bottom and end of the house. The great fire there was cold, and the pots and pans hung neatly on their hooks, untouched that day.
text_transcription: AT LAST PROMPTED BY CURIOSITY AND FEAR I SOUGHT THE KITCHEN WHERE I HAD OFTEN SAT WITH BREED AS HE COOKED THE MASTER'S DINNER THIS WAS AT THE BOTTOM AND END OF THE HOUSE THE GREAT FIRE THERE WAS COLD AND THE POTS AND PANS HUNG NEATLY ON THEIR HOOKS UNTOUCHED THAT DAY
phonemes: æt lˈæst, pɹˈɑːmptᵻd baɪ kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi ænd fˈɪɹ, aɪ sˈɔːt ðə kˈɪtʃən, wˌɛɹ aɪ hæd ˈɔfən sˈæt wɪð bɹˈiːd æz hiː kˈʊkt ðə mˈæstɚz dˈɪnɚ. ðɪs wʌz æt ðə bˈɑːɾəm ænd ˈɛnd ʌvðə hˈaʊs. ðə ɡɹˈeɪt fˈaɪɚ ðɛɹwˌʌz kˈoʊld, ænd ðə pˈɑːts ænd pˈænz hˈʌŋ nˈiːtli ˌɔn ðɛɹ hˈʊks, ʌntˈʌtʃt ðæt dˈeɪ.