text_original: In a trice the shouting onlookers had made a ring, and we stood facing each other, he in his shirt sleeves. "We'll fight fair," said he, his lips wetting. "Very good," said I, "if you are still accustomed to this hasty manner.
text_transcription: IN A THRICE THE SHOUTING ONLOOKERS HAD MADE A RING AND WE STOOD FACING EACH OTHER HE IN HIS SHIRT SLEEVES WE'LL FIGHT FAIR SAID HE HIS LIPS WETTING VERY GOOD SAID I IF YOU ARE STILL ACCUSTOMED TO THIS HASTY MANNER
phonemes: ɪn ɐ tɹˈaɪs ðə ʃˈaʊɾɪŋ ˈɑːnlʊkɚz hæd mˌeɪd ɐ ɹˈɪŋ, ænd wiː stˈʊd fˈeɪsɪŋ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, hiː ɪn hɪz ʃˈɜːt slˈiːvz. "wiːl fˈaɪt fˈɛɹ," sˈɛd hiː, hɪz lˈɪps wˈɛɾɪŋ. "vˈɛɹi ɡˈʊd," sˈɛd ˈaɪ, "ɪf juː ɑːɹ stˈɪl ɐkˈʌstəmd tə ðɪs hˈeɪsti mˈænɚ.