text_original: I dropped his arm to save myself, and it was mere good fortune that I did not break an ankle in the fall. When I had gained the step again he was gone after the man, and a portly citizen stood in front of me, looking into the doorway. "Qu'est ce qu'il y a la dedans?" he demanded sharply.
text_transcription: I DROPPED HIS ARM TO SAVE MYSELF AND IT WAS MERE GOOD FORTUNE THAT I DID NOT BREAK AN ANKLE IN THE FALL WHEN I GAINED THE STEP AGAIN HE WAS GONE AFTER THE MAN AND A PORTLY CITIZEN STOOD IN FRONT OF ME LOOKING INTO THE DOORWAY CASCA KILLIADON HE DEMANDED SHARPLY
phonemes: aɪ dɹˈɑːpt hɪz ˈɑːɹm tə sˈeɪv maɪsˈɛlf, ænd ɪt wʌz mˈɪɹ ɡˈʊd fˈɔːɹtʃʊn ðæt aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt bɹˈeɪk ɐn ˈæŋkəl ɪnðə fˈɔːl. wˌɛn aɪ hæd ɡˈeɪnd ðə stˈɛp ɐɡˈɛn hiː wʌz ɡɔn ˈæftɚ ðə mˈæn, ænd ɐ pˈɔːɹtli sˈɪɾɪzən stˈʊd ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv mˌiː, lˈʊkɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɔːɹweɪ. "kwˈɛst sˈiː kwˈɪl wˈaɪ ˌɑːlæ dˈɛdənz?" hiː dᵻmˈændᵻd ʃˈɑːɹpli.