text_original: The little room seemed a refuge for Allie, yet it was oppressive, as had been the atmosphere of the parlor where Ancliffe lay. But this oppressiveness was not death. Allie had become familiar with death near at hand.
text_transcription: THE LITTLE ROOM SEEMED A REFUGE FOR ALI YET IT WAS OPPRESSIVE AS HAD BEEN THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE PARLOR WHERE ANTHEF LAY BUT THIS OPPRESSIVENESS WAS NOT DEATH ALLEY HAD BECOME FAMILIAR WITH DEATH NEAR AT HAND
phonemes: ðə lˈɪɾəl ɹˈuːm sˈiːmd ɐ ɹˈɛfjuːdʒ fɔːɹ ˈæli, jˈɛt ɪt wʌz əpɹˈɛsɪv, æz hɐdbɪn ðɪ ˈætməsfˌɪɹ ʌvðə pˈɑːɹlɚ wˌɛɹ ˈæŋklɪf lˈeɪ. bˌʌt ðɪs əpɹˈɛsɪvnəs wʌz nˌɑːt dˈɛθ. ˈæli hæd bɪkˌʌm fəmˈɪlɪɹ wɪð dˈɛθ nˌɪɹ æt hˈænd.