text_original: How shall I describe him? He was thin even to seeming frailness,  yet it was the frailness of the race horse. The golden hair, sun tanned, awry across his forehead, the face the same thin and finely cut face of the boy. The gray eyes held an anger that did not blaze; it was far more dangerous than that. Colonel John Tipton looked, and as I live he recoiled.
text_transcription: HOW SHALL I DESCRIBE HIM HE WAS THIN EVEN TO SEEMING FRAILNESS YET IT WAS THE FRAILNESS OF THE RACE HORSE THE GOLDEN HAIR SUN TANNED AWRY ACROSS HIS FOREHEAD THE FACE THE SAME THIN AND FINELY CUT FACE OF THE BOY THE GRAY EYES HELD AN ANGER THAT DID NOT BLAZE IT WAS FAR MORE DANGEROUS THAN THAT COLONEL JOHN TIPTON LOOKED AND AS I LIVE HE RECOILED
phonemes: hˌaʊ ʃˌæl aɪ dᵻskɹˈaɪb hˌɪm? hiː wʌz θˈɪn ˈiːvən tə sˈiːmɪŋ fɹˈeɪlnəs,  jˈɛt ɪt wʌzðə fɹˈeɪlnəs ʌvðə ɹˈeɪs hˈɔːɹs. ðə ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛɹ, sˈʌn tˈænd, ɚɹˈaɪ əkɹˌɑːs hɪz fˈɔːɹhɛd, ðə fˈeɪs ðə sˈeɪm θˈɪn ænd fˈaɪnli kˈʌt fˈeɪs ʌvðə bˈɔɪ. ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ˈaɪz hˈɛld ɐn ˈæŋɡɚ ðæt dɪdnˌɑːt blˈeɪz; ɪt wʌz fˈɑːɹmˌɔːɹ dˈeɪndʒɚɹəs ðɐn ðˈæt. kˈɜːnəl dʒˈɑːn tˈɪptən lˈʊkt, ænd æz aɪ lˈɪv hiː ɹᵻkˈɔɪld.