text_original: That I recalled, and how Breed had looked out at the sword play through the cracks of the closed shutters, agonized between fear of ghosts within and the drama without.
text_transcription: THAT I RECALLED AND HOW BREED HAD LOOKED OUT AT THE SWORD PLAY THROUGH THE CRACKS OF THE CLOSED SHUTTERS AGONIZED BETWEEN FEAR OF GHOSTS WITHIN AND THE DRAMA WITHOUT
phonemes: ðæt aɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːld, ænd hˌaʊ bɹˈiːd hæd lˈʊkt ˈaʊt æt ðə sˈɔːɹd plˈeɪ θɹuː ðə kɹˈæks ʌvðə klˈoʊzd ʃˈʌɾɚz, ˈæɡənˌaɪzd bᵻtwˌiːn fˈɪɹ ʌv ɡˈoʊsts wɪðˌɪn ænd ðə dɹˈɑːmə wɪðˈaʊt.