text_original: The agony was the breathing space we had while they crept nearer. Then we thought of Tom, and I dared not glance at Polly Ann for fear that the sight of her face would unnerve me.
text_transcription: THE AGONY WAS THE BREATHING SPACE WE HAD WHILE THEY CREPT NEARER THEN WE THOUGHT OF TOM AND I DARED NOT GLANCE AT POLLYANNE FOR FEAR THAT THE SIGHT OF HER FACE WOULD UNNERVE ME
phonemes: ðɪ ˈæɡəni wʌzðə bɹˈiːðɪŋ spˈeɪs wiː hæd wˌaɪl ðeɪ kɹˈɛpt nˈɪɹɚ. ðˈɛn wiː θˈɔːt ʌv tˈɑːm, ænd aɪ dˈɛɹd nˌɑːt ɡlˈæns æt pˈɑːli ˈæn fɔːɹ fˈɪɹ ðætðə sˈaɪt ʌv hɜː fˈeɪs wʊd ʌnnˈɜːv mˌiː.