text_original: The face of the good priest kindled as he glanced at Clark. He turned once more, and though we could not understand his words, the thrill of his eloquence moved us.
text_transcription: THE FACE OF THE GOOD PRIEST KINDLED AS HE GLANCED AT CLARK HE TURNED ONCE MORE AND THOUGH WE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND HIS WORDS THE THRILL OF HIS ELOQUENCE MOVED US
phonemes: ðə fˈeɪs ʌvðə ɡˈʊd pɹˈiːst kˈɪndəld æz hiː ɡlˈænst æt klˈɑːɹk. hiː tˈɜːnd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, ænd ðˌoʊ wiː kʊd nˌɑːt ˌʌndɚstˈænd hɪz wˈɜːdz, ðə θɹˈɪl ʌv hɪz ˈɛləkwəns mˈuːvd ˌʌs.