text_original: She heard Ancliffe ripping a board off the wall or fence, and that sound seemed alarmingly loud. The voices no longer were heard behind the canvas house. The wind whipped through the bare framework. Somewhere at a distance were music and revelry. Benton's night roar had begun.
text_transcription: SHE HEARD ANTIC RIPPING ABOARD OFF THE WALL OR FENCE AND THAT SOUND SEEMED ALARMINGLY LOUD THE VOICES NO LONGER WERE HEARD BEHIND THE CANVAS HOUSE THE WIND WHIPPED THROUGH THE BARE FRAMEWORK SOMEWHERE AT A DISTANCE WERE MUSIC AND REVELRY BENTON'S NIGHT ROAR HAD BEGUN
phonemes: ʃiː hˈɜːd ˈæŋklɪf ɹˈɪpɪŋ ɐ bˈɔːɹd ˈɔf ðə wˈɔːl ɔːɹ fˈɛns, ænd ðæt sˈaʊnd sˈiːmd ɐlˈɑːɹmɪŋli lˈaʊd. ðə vˈɔɪsᵻz nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ wɜː hˈɜːd bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə kˈænvəs hˈaʊs. ðə wˈɪnd wˈɪpt θɹuː ðə bˈɛɹ fɹˈeɪmwɜːk. sˈʌmwɛɹ æɾə dˈɪstəns wɜː mjˈuːzɪk ænd ɹˈɛvəlɹi. bˈɛntənz nˈaɪt ɹˈɔːɹ hæd bɪɡˈʌn.