text_original: "Stop him!" thundered the stern gentleman, kicking back his chair and straightening up to what seemed to me a colossal height. I stared at him, boylike. He had long, iron gray hair and a creased, fleshy face and sunken eyes.
text_transcription: STOP HIM THUNDERED THE STERN GENTLEMAN KICKING BACK HIS CHAIR AND STRAIGHTENING UP TO WHAT SEEMED TO ME A COLOSSAL HEIGHT I STARED AT HIM BOY LIKE HE HAD LONG IRON GRAY HAIR AND A CREASED FLESHY FACE AND SUNKEN EYES
phonemes: "stˈɑːp hˌɪm!" θˈʌndɚd ðə stˈɜːn dʒˈɛntəlmən, kˈɪkɪŋ bˈæk hɪz tʃˈɛɹ ænd stɹˈeɪtənɪŋ ˌʌp tə wʌt sˈiːmd tə mˌiː ɐ kəlˈɔsəl hˈaɪt. aɪ stˈɛɹd æt hˌɪm, bˈɔɪlaɪk. hiː hæd lˈɔŋ, ˈaɪɚn ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹ ænd ɐ kɹˈiːst, flˈɛʃi fˈeɪs ænd sˈʌŋkən ˈaɪz.