text_original: One last appeal to my brother by all that he owed to my mother might even now be the salvation of him. My nerves were overstrung, and I lit a cigar to steady them. At that moment, just as the train was moving off, the door of my compartment was flung open, and there were MacCoy and my brother on the platform.
text_transcription: ONE LAST APPEAL TO MY BROTHER BY ALL THAT HE OWED TO MY MOTHER MIGHT EVEN NOW BE THE SALVATION OF HIM MY NERVES WERE OVERSTRUNG AND I LIT A CIGAR TO STEADY THEM AT THAT MOMENT JUST AS THE TRAIN WAS MOVING OFF THE DOOR OF MY COMPARTMENT WAS FLUNG OPEN AND THERE WERE MAC COY AND MY BROTHER ON THE PLATFORM
phonemes: wˈʌn lˈæst ɐpˈiːl tə maɪ bɹˈʌðɚ baɪ ˈɔːl ðæt hiː ˈoʊd tə maɪ mˈʌðɚ mˌaɪt ˈiːvən nˈaʊ biː ðə sælvˈeɪʃən ʌv hˌɪm. maɪ nˈɜːvz wɜːɹ ˌoʊvɚstɹˈʌŋ, ænd aɪ lˈɪt ɐ sᵻɡˈɑːɹ tə stˈɛdi ðˌɛm. æt ðæt mˈoʊmənt, dʒˈʌst æz ðə tɹˈeɪn wʌz mˈuːvɪŋ ˈɔf, ðə dˈɔːɹ ʌv maɪ kəmpˈɑːɹtmənt wʌz flˈʌŋ ˈoʊpən, ænd ðɛɹwˌɜː mˈæk kˈɔɪ ænd maɪ bɹˈʌðɚɹ ɔnðə plˈætfɔːɹm.