text_original: * * * * * Ralph flung himself into his car, and started toward the McCullon farm at a pace which made those who saw him racing by say: "Something must have happened. Wonder if there's been an accident." His lips were set, his eyes flaming, his color high, the great hour of his life was at hand.
text_transcription: RALPH FLUNG HIMSELF INTO HIS CAR AND STARTED TOWARD THE MC CULLEN FARM AT A PACE WHICH MADE THOSE WHO SAW HIM RACING BY SAY SOMETHING MUST HAVE HAPPENED WANTARTH HAS BEEN AN ACCIDENT HIS LIPS WERE SET HIS EYES FLAMING HIS COLOUR HIGH THE GREAT HOUR OF HIS LIFE WAS AT HAND
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɹˈælf flˈʌŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ˌɪntʊ hɪz kˈɑːɹ, ænd stˈɑːɹɾᵻd təwˈɔːɹd ðə mə kˈʌlən fˈɑːɹm æɾə pˈeɪs wˌɪtʃ mˌeɪd ðoʊz hˌuː sˈɔː hˌɪm ɹˈeɪsɪŋ baɪ sˈeɪ: "sˈʌmθɪŋ mˈʌstɐv hˈæpənd. wˈʌndɚɹ ɪf ðɛɹz bˌɪn ɐn ˈæksɪdənt." hɪz lˈɪps wɜː sˈɛt, hɪz ˈaɪz flˈeɪmɪŋ, hɪz kˈʌlɚ hˈaɪ, ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv hɪz lˈaɪf wʌz æt hˈænd.