text_original: By evil chance, I say, his eye lighted on that sword. In three steps he crossed the room to where it hung, snatched it from its scabbard, and ere I could prevent him he had snapped it across his knee and flung the pieces in a corner. "So much for the gratitude of my country," he said.
text_transcription: BY EVIL CHANCE I SAY HIS EYE LIGHTED ON THAT SWORD IN THREE STEPS HE CROSSED THE ROOM TO WHERE IT HUNG SNATCHED IT FROM ITS SCABBARD AND ERE I COULD PREVENT HIM HE HAD SNAPPED IT ACROSS HIS KNEE AND FLUNG THE PIECES IN A CORNER SO MUCH FOR THE GRATITUDE OF MY COUNTRY HE SAID
phonemes: baɪ ˈiːvəl tʃˈæns, aɪ sˈeɪ, hɪz ˈaɪ lˈaɪɾᵻd ˌɔn ðæt sˈɔːɹd. ɪn θɹˈiː stˈɛps hiː kɹˈɔst ðə ɹˈuːm tʊ wˌɛɹ ɪt hˈʌŋ, snˈætʃt ɪt fɹʌm ɪts skˈæbɚd, ænd ˈɛɹ aɪ kʊd pɹɪvˈɛnt hˌɪm hiː hæd snˈæpt ɪɾ əkɹˌɑːs hɪz nˈiː ænd flˈʌŋ ðə pˈiːsᵻz ɪn ɐ kˈɔːɹnɚ. "sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ fɚðə ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd ʌv maɪ kˈʌntɹi," hiː sˈɛd.