text_original: The wind died, the sun beat down with a moist and venomous sting, and northeastward above the edge of the bluff a bank of cloud like sulphur smoke was lifted. Gradually Xavier ceased his jesting and became quiet.
text_transcription: THE WIND DIED THE SUN BEAT DOWN WITH A MOIST AND VENOMOUS STING AND NORTHEASTWARD ABOVE THE EDGE OF THE BLUFF A BANK OF CLOUDS LIKE SULPHUR SMOKE WAS LIFTED GRADUALLY SAVIOR CEASED HIS JESTING AND BECAME QUIET
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd dˈaɪd, ðə sˈʌn bˈiːt dˌaʊn wɪð ɐ mˈɔɪst ænd vˈɛnəməs stˈɪŋ, ænd nˈɔːɹθiːstwɚd əbˌʌv ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə blˈʌf ɐ bˈæŋk ʌv klˈaʊd lˈaɪk sˈʌlfɚ smˈoʊk wʌz lˈɪftᵻd. ɡɹˈædʒuːəli zˈeɪviɚ sˈiːst hɪz dʒˈɛstɪŋ ænd bɪkˌeɪm kwˈaɪət.