text_original: More than once I had my hand raised to knock at the bedroom door and ask if I could help, but I dared not; at length, the sun having done its worst and spent its fury, I began to hear steps along the banquette and voices almost at my elbow beyond the little window.
text_transcription: MORE THAN ONCE I HAD MY HAND RAISED TO KNOCK AT THE BEDROOM DOOR AND ASK IF I COULD HELP BUT I DARED NOT AT LENGTH THE SUN HAVING DONE ITS WORST AND SPENT ITS FURY I BEGAN TO HEAR STEPS ALONG THE BANQUET AND VOICES ALMOST AT MY ELBOW BEYOND THE LITTLE WINDOW
phonemes: mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌns aɪ hæd maɪ hˈænd ɹˈeɪzd tə nˈɑːk æt ðə bˈɛdɹuːm dˈɔːɹ ænd ˈæsk ɪf aɪ kʊd hˈɛlp, bˌʌt aɪ dˈɛɹd nˈɑːt; æt lˈɛŋθ, ðə sˈʌn hˌævɪŋ dˈʌn ɪts wˈɜːst ænd spˈɛnt ɪts fjˈʊɹɹi, aɪ bɪɡˈæn tə hˈɪɹ stˈɛps ɐlˈɔŋ ðə bæŋkˈɛt ænd vˈɔɪsᵻz ˈɔːlmoʊst æt maɪ ˈɛlboʊ bᵻjˌɔnd ðə lˈɪɾəl wˈɪndoʊ.