text_original: I returned with slow steps to shut myself in the darkened room again, and I recall feeling something of triumph over the consternation I had caused. No sounds came from the bedroom, and after that the street was quiet as death save for an occasional frightened, hurrying footfall.
text_transcription: I RETURNED WITH SLOW STEPS TO SHUT MYSELF IN THE DARKENED ROOM AGAIN AND I RECALL FEELING SOMETHING OF TRIUMPH OVER THE CONSTERNATION I HAD CAUSED NO SOUNDS CAME FROM THE BEDROOM AND AFTER THAT THE STREET WAS QUIET AS DEATH SAVE FOR AN OCCASIONAL FRIGHTENED HURRYING FOOTFALL
phonemes: aɪ ɹᵻtˈɜːnd wɪð slˈoʊ stˈɛps tə ʃˈʌt maɪsˈɛlf ɪnðə dˈɑːɹkənd ɹˈuːm ɐɡˈɛn, ænd aɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːl fˈiːlɪŋ sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌv tɹˈaɪʌmf ˌoʊvɚ ðə kɑːnstɚnˈeɪʃən aɪ hæd kˈɔːzd. nˈoʊ sˈaʊndz kˈeɪm fɹʌmðə bˈɛdɹuːm, ænd ˈæftɚ ðætðə stɹˈiːt wʌz kwˈaɪət æz dˈɛθ sˈeɪv fɚɹən əkˈeɪʒənəl fɹˈaɪʔn̩d, hˈɜːɹiɪŋ fˈʊtfɔːl.