text_original: Every man turned to watch. Neale stood up, his right arm down, menacingly. The gambler arose, cursing, but made no move to draw a weapon. Beauty Stanton could not, to save her life, speak the words she wanted to say.
text_transcription: EVERY MAN TURNED TO WATCH NEIL STOOD UP HIS RIGHT ARM DOWN MENACINGLY THE GAMBLER ROSE CURSING BUT MADE NO MOVE TO DRAW A WEAPON BEAUTY STANTON COULD NOT TO SAVE HER LIFE SPEAK THE WORDS SHE WANTED TO SAY
phonemes: ˈɛvɹi mˈæn tˈɜːnd tə wˈɑːtʃ. nˈiːl stˈʊd ˈʌp, hɪz ɹˈaɪt ˈɑːɹm dˈaʊn, mˈɛnɪsɪŋli. ðə ɡˈæmblɚɹ ɚɹˈoʊz, kˈɜːsɪŋ, bˌʌt mˌeɪd nˈoʊ mˈuːv tə dɹˈɔː ɐ wˈɛpən. bjˈuːɾi stˈæntən kʊd nˈɑːt, tə sˈeɪv hɜː lˈaɪf, spˈiːk ðə wˈɜːdz ʃiː wˈɔntᵻd tə sˈeɪ.