text_original: It was Benton's last night, and there was something in the air, menacing, terrible. Neale gave himself up to the spirit of the hour and the game. He had almost forgotten himself when a white, jeweled hand flashed over his shoulder, to touch it softly.
text_transcription: IT WAS BENTON'S LAST NIGHT AND THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THE AIR MENACING TERRIBLE NEIL GAVE HIMSELF UP TO THE SPIRIT OF THE HOUR AND THE GAME HE HAD ALMOST FORGOTTEN HIMSELF WHEN A WHITE JEWELLED HAND FLASHED OVER HIS SHOULDER TO TOUCH IT SOFTLY
phonemes: ɪt wʌz bˈɛntənz lˈæst nˈaɪt, ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ, mˈɛnɪsɪŋ, tˈɛɹᵻbəl. nˈiːl ɡˈeɪv hɪmsˈɛlf ˌʌp tə ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌvðɪ ˈaʊɚ ænd ðə ɡˈeɪm. hiː hæd ˈɔːlmoʊst fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ hɪmsˈɛlf wɛn ɐ wˈaɪt, dʒˈuːəld hˈænd flˈæʃt ˌoʊvɚ hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ, tə tˈʌtʃ ɪt sˈɔftli.