text_original: He even grew a little purple. He looked at Madame, sputtered, and I began to think that, if he didn't relieve himself, his head might blow off. As for the Vicomtesse, she wore an ingenuous air of detachment, and seemed supremely unconscious of the volcano by her side.
text_transcription: HE EVEN GREW A LITTLE PURPLE HE LOOKED AT MADAME SPUTTERED AND I BEGAN TO THINK THAT IF HE DIDN'T RELIEVE HIMSELF HIS HEAD MIGHT BLOW OFF AS FOR THE VICOMTESSA SHE WORE AN INGENIOUS AIR OF DETACHMENT AND SEEMED SUPREMELY UNCONSCIOUS OF THE VOLCANO BY HER SIDE
phonemes: hiː ˈiːvən ɡɹˈuː ɐ lˈɪɾəl pˈɜːpəl. hiː lˈʊkt æt mˈædəm, spˈʌɾɚd, ænd aɪ bɪɡˈæn tə θˈɪŋk ðˈæt, ɪf hiː dˈɪdnt ɹᵻlˈiːv hɪmsˈɛlf, hɪz hˈɛd mˌaɪt blˈoʊ ˈɔf. æz fɚðə vˈɪkəmtˌɛs, ʃiː wˈɔːɹ ɐn ɪndʒˈɛnjuːəs ˈɛɹ ʌv dɪtˈætʃmənt, ænd sˈiːmd suːpɹˈiːmli ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəs ʌvðə vɑːlkˈeɪnoʊ baɪ hɜː sˈaɪd.