text_original: Life had passed out of the gray face. Larry Red King died standing, with a gun in each hand, and the name of his friend the last word upon his lips. "Oh, Larry  Larry!" moaned Allie. She could not run. She could scarcely walk.
text_transcription: LIFE HAD PASSED OUT OF THE GREY FACE LARRY RED KING DIED STANDING WITH A GUN ON EACH HAND AND THE NAME OF HIS FRIEND THE LAST WORD UPON HIS LIPS OH LARRY LARRY MOANED ALLEY SHE COULD NOT RUN SHE COULD SCARCELY WALK
phonemes: lˈaɪf hæd pˈæst ˌaʊɾəv ðə ɡɹˈeɪ fˈeɪs. lˈæɹi ɹˈɛd kˈɪŋ dˈaɪd stˈændɪŋ, wɪð ɐ ɡˈʌn ɪn ˈiːtʃ hˈænd, ænd ðə nˈeɪm ʌv hɪz fɹˈɛnd ðə lˈæst wˈɜːd əpˌɑːn hɪz lˈɪps. "ˈoʊ, lˈæɹi lˈæɹi!" mˈoʊnd ˈæli. ʃiː kʊd nˌɑːt ɹˈʌn. ʃiː kʊd skˈɛɹsli wˈɔːk.