text_original: "All I had  all our gentlemen opponents had  all YOU had... I have won it all!" Durade's eyes seemed glued to that dully glistening heap. He could not even look up at the coldly passionate Hough. "All! All!" echoed Durade. Then Hough, like a striking hawk, bent toward the Spaniard. "Durade, have you anything more to bet?"
text_transcription: ALL I HAD ALL OUR GENTLEMEN OPPONENTS HAD ALL YOU HAD I'VE WON IT ALL DERADE'S EYES SEEMED BLUE TO THAT DULLY GLISTENING HEAP HE COULD NOT EVEN LOOK UP AT THE COLDLY PASSIONATE HUFF AH OH ECHOED DE ROB THEN HUF LIKE A STRIKING HALT BENT DOWN TOWARD THE SPANIARD DRAYED OF YOU ANYTHING MORE TO BET
phonemes: "ˈɔːl aɪ hæd ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ dʒˈɛntəlmən əpˈoʊnənts hæd ˈɔːl juː hˌæd... aɪ hæv wˈʌn ɪɾ ˈɔːl!" dˈʊɹɹeɪdz ˈaɪz sˈiːmd ɡlˈuːd tə ðæt dˈʌli ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ hˈiːp. hiː kʊd nˌɑːt ˈiːvən lˈʊk ˌʌp æt ðə kˈoʊldli pˈæʃənət hˈoʊ. "ˈɔːl! ˈɔːl!" ˈɛkoʊd dˈʊɹɹeɪd. ðˈɛn hˈoʊ, lˈaɪk ɐ stɹˈaɪkɪŋ hˈɔːk, bˈɛnt təwˈɔːɹd ðə spˈænɪɚd. "dˈʊɹɹeɪd, hæv juː ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ mˈɔːɹ tə bˈɛt?"