text_original: "Poor old Casey!" he murmured. Then he remembered. Stanton dying! What had happened? He could not trust himself to read that message before Lodge, and, bowing, he left the room. But he had to grope his way through the lobby, so dim had become his sight.
text_transcription: POOR OLD CASEY HE MURMURED THEN HE REMEMBERED STANTON DINE WHAT HAD HAPPENED HE COULD NOT TRUST HIMSELF TO READ THAT MESSAGE BEFORE LODGE AND BOWING HE LEFT THE ROOM BUT HE HAD TO GROPE HIS WAY THROUGH THE LOBBY SO DIM HAD BECOME HIS SIGHT
phonemes: "pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld kˈeɪsi!" hiː mˈɜːmɚd. ðˈɛn hiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd. stˈæntən dˈaɪɪŋ! wˌʌt hæd hˈæpənd? hiː kʊd nˌɑːt tɹˈʌst hɪmsˈɛlf tə ɹˈiːd ðæt mˈɛsɪdʒ bᵻfˌɔːɹ lˈɑːdʒ, ænd, bˈaʊɪŋ, hiː lˈɛft ðə ɹˈuːm. bˌʌt hiː hædtə ɡɹˈoʊp hɪz wˈeɪ θɹuː ðə lˈɑːbi, sˌoʊ dˈɪm hæd bɪkˌʌm hɪz sˈaɪt.