text_original: A desperate cunning came to my aid. I flung away the torch, leaving the head of the column in darkness, broke from Mr. Handy's embrace, and, seizing Nick by the arm, led him onward through the premises, he drumming with great docility.
text_transcription: A DESPERATE CUNNING CAME TO MY AID I FLUNG AWAY THE TORCH LEAVING THE HEAD OF THE COLUMN IN DARKNESS BROKE FROM MISTER HANDY'S EMBRACE AND SEIZING NICK BY THE ARM LED HIM ONWARD THROUGH THE PREMISSES HE DRUMMING WITH GREAT DOCILITY
phonemes: ɐ dˈɛspɚɹət kˈʌnɪŋ kˈeɪm tə maɪ ˈeɪd. aɪ flˈʌŋ ɐwˈeɪ ðə tˈɔːɹtʃ, lˈiːvɪŋ ðə hˈɛd ʌvðə kˈɑːlʌm ɪn dˈɑːɹknəs, bɹˈoʊk fɹʌm mˈɪstɚ. hˈændiz ɛmbɹˈeɪs, ænd, sˈiːzɪŋ nˈɪk baɪ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm, lˈɛd hˌɪm ˈɑːnwɚd θɹuː ðə pɹˈɛmɪsᵻz, hiː dɹˈʌmɪŋ wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt doʊsˈɪlᵻɾi.