text_original: I looked on the man. He was as ill equipped as she. A London tailor must have cut his suit of gray. A single band of linen, soiled by the journey, was wound about his throat, and I remember oddly the buttons stuck on his knees and cuffs, and these silk embroidered in a criss cross pattern of lighter gray. Some had been torn off. As for his face, 'twas as handsome as ever, for dissipation sat well upon it.
text_transcription: I LOOKED AT THE MAN HE WAS AS ILL EQUIPPED AS SHE A LONDON TAILOR MUST HAVE CUT HIS SUIT OF GRAIN A SINGLE BAND OF LINEN SOILED BY THE JOURNEY WAS WOUND ABOUT HIS THROAT AND I REMEMBER ODDLY THE BUTTONS STUCK ON HIS KNEES IN CUTS AND THESE SILK EMBROIDERED IN A CRISP CROSS PATTERN LIGHTER GRAY SOME HAD BEEN TORN OFF AS FOR HIS FACE TWAS AS HANDSOME AS EVER FOR DISSIPATION SET WELL UPON IT
phonemes: aɪ lˈʊkt ɔnðə mˈæn. hiː wʌz æz ˈɪl ɪkwˈɪpt æz ʃiː. ɐ lˈʌndən tˈeɪlɚ mˈʌstɐv kˈʌt hɪz sˈuːt ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ. ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl bˈænd ʌv lˈɪnɪn, sˈɔɪld baɪ ðə dʒˈɜːni, wʌz wˈaʊnd ɐbˌaʊt hɪz θɹˈoʊt, ænd aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ ˈɑːdli ðə bˈʌʔn̩z stˈʌk ˌɔn hɪz nˈiːz ænd kˈʌfs, ænd ðiːz sˈɪlk ɛmbɹˈɔɪdɚd ɪn ɐ kɹˈɪs kɹˈɔs pˈætɚn ʌv lˈaɪɾɚ ɡɹˈeɪ. sˌʌm hɐdbɪn tˈɔːɹn ˈɔf. æz fɔːɹ hɪz fˈeɪs, twˈɑːz æz hˈændsʌm æz ˈɛvɚ, fɔːɹ dˌɪsɪpˈeɪʃən sˈæt wˈɛl əpˌɑːn ɪt.