text_original: The gentleman got to his feet with a start. His pipe fell to the floor, and the ashes scattered on the boards and lay glowing there. "Alec!" he cried, peering into my father's face, "Alec! You're not dead."
text_transcription: THE GENTLEMAN GOT TO HIS FEET WITH A START HIS PIPE FELL TO THE FLOOR AND THE ASHES SCATTERED ON THE BOARDS AND LAY GLOWING THERE ALEC HE CRIED PEERING INTO MY FATHER'S FACE ALEC YOU'RE NOT DEAD
phonemes: ðə dʒˈɛntəlmən ɡɑːt tə hɪz fˈiːt wɪð ɐ stˈɑːɹt. hɪz pˈaɪp fˈɛl tə ðə flˈɔːɹ, ænd ðɪ ˈæʃᵻz skˈæɾɚd ɔnðə bˈɔːɹdz ænd lˈeɪ ɡlˈoʊɪŋ ðˈɛɹ. "ˈælɪk!" hiː kɹˈaɪd, pˈɪɹɪŋ ˌɪntʊ maɪ fˈɑːðɚz fˈeɪs, "ˈælɪk! jʊɹ nˌɑːt dˈɛd."