text_original: The night was dark, with no stars showing. A cool wind blew in Allie's face, refreshing her after her long confinement. Hough began groping forward. This square had a rough board floor and a skeleton framework. It had been a house of canvas.
text_transcription: THE NIGHT WAS DARK WITH NO STARS SHOWING A COOL WIND BLEW IN ALLEY'S FACE REFRESHING HER AFTER HER LONG CONFINEMENT PUFF BEGAN GROPING FORWARD THIS SQUARE HAD A ROUGH BOARD FLOOR AND A SKELETON FRAMEWORK IT HAD BEEN A HOUSE OF CANVAS
phonemes: ðə nˈaɪt wʌz dˈɑːɹk, wɪð nˈoʊ stˈɑːɹz ʃˈoʊɪŋ. ɐ kˈuːl wˈɪnd blˈuː ɪn ˈæliz fˈeɪs, ɹᵻfɹˈɛʃɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈæftɚ hɜː lˈɔŋ kənfˈaɪnmənt. hˈoʊ bɪɡˈæn ɡɹˈoʊpɪŋ fˈɔːɹwɚd. ðɪs skwˈɛɹ hæd ɐ ɹˈʌf bˈɔːɹd flˈɔːɹ ænd ɐ skˈɛlᵻtən fɹˈeɪmwɜːk. ɪt hɐdbɪn ɐ hˈaʊs ʌv kˈænvəs.