text_original: Blood trickled down from his lower lip. He saw nothing except the gold, the cards, and that steel nerved, gray faced, implacable Hough. Behind him lined up his gang, nervous, strained, frenzied, with eyes on the gold  hate filled, murderous eyes.
text_transcription: BLOOD TRICKLED DOWN FROM HIS LOWER LIP HE SAW NOTHING EXCEPT THE GOLD THE CARDS AND THAT STEEL NERVED GRAY FACED IMPLACABLE HUFF BEHIND HIM LINED UP HIS GANG NERVOUS STRAINED FRENZIED WITH EYES ON THE GOLD HATE FILLED MURDEROUS EYES
phonemes: blˈʌd tɹˈɪkəld dˌaʊn fɹʌm hɪz lˈoʊɚ lˈɪp. hiː sˈɔː nˈʌθɪŋ ɛksˈɛpt ðə ɡˈoʊld, ðə kˈɑːɹdz, ænd ðæt stˈiːl nˈɜːvd, ɡɹˈeɪ fˈeɪsd, ɪmplˈækəbəl hˈoʊ. bᵻhˌaɪnd hˌɪm lˈaɪnd ˌʌp hɪz ɡˈæŋ, nˈɜːvəs, stɹˈeɪnd, fɹˈɛnzid, wɪð ˈaɪz ɔnðə ɡˈoʊld hˈeɪt fˈɪld, mˈɜːdɚɹəs ˈaɪz.