text_original: Monsieur Vigo's store was the village club. It had neither glass in the window nor an attractive display of goods; it was merely a log cabin set down on a weedy, sun baked plot. The stuffy smell of skins and furs came out of the doorway.
text_transcription: MONSIEUR VIGO'S STORE WAS THE VILLAGE CLUB IT HAD NEITHER GLASS IN THE WINDOW NOR AN ATTRACTIVE DISPLAY OF GOODS IT WAS MERELY A LOG CABIN SET DOWN ON A WEEDY SUN BAKED PLOT THE STUFFY SMELL OF SKINS AND FURS CAME OUT OF THE DOORWAY
phonemes: məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊz stˈɔːɹ wʌzðə vˈɪlɪdʒ klˈʌb. ɪt hæd nˈiːðɚ ɡlˈæs ɪnðə wˈɪndoʊ nˈɔːɹ ɐn ɐtɹˈæktɪv dɪsplˈeɪ ʌv ɡˈʊdz; ɪt wʌz mˈɪɹli ɐ lˈɔɡ kˈæbɪn sˈɛt dˌaʊn ˌɔn ɐ wˈiːdi, sˈʌn bˈeɪkt plˈɑːt. ðə stˈʌfi smˈɛl ʌv skˈɪnz ænd fˈɜːz kˈeɪm ˌaʊɾəv ðə dˈɔːɹweɪ.