text_original: "Come! Somewhere  out of the crowd!" cried Neale, dragging at Slingerland. "Don't talk. Don't tell me anything. Wait!... I've a letter here  that's going to be hell!" Neale stumbled along out of the crowded street, he did not know where, and with death in his soul he opened Beauty Stanton's book.
text_transcription: COME SOMEWHERE OUT OF THE CROWD CRIED NEIL DRAGGING AT SUNDERLAND DON'T TALK DON'T TELL ME ANYTHING WAIT I'VE A LETTER HERE THAT'S GOING TO BE HELL NEIL STUMBLED ALONG OUT OF THE CROWDED STREET HE DID NOT KNOW WHERE AND WITH DEATH IN HIS SOUL HE OPENED BEAUTY STANTON'S BOOK
phonemes: "kˈʌm! sˈʌmwɛɹ ˌaʊɾəv ðə kɹˈaʊd!" kɹˈaɪd nˈiːl, dɹˈæɡɪŋ æt slˈɪŋɡɚlənd. "dˈoʊnt tˈɔːk. dˈoʊnt tˈɛl mˌiː ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ. wˈeɪt!... aɪv ɐ lˈɛɾɚ hˈɪɹ ðæts ɡˌoʊɪŋ təbi hˈɛl!" nˈiːl stˈʌmbəld ɐlˈɔŋ ˌaʊɾəv ðə kɹˈaʊdᵻd stɹˈiːt, hiː dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wˈɛɹ, ænd wɪð dˈɛθ ɪn hɪz sˈoʊl hiː ˈoʊpənd bjˈuːɾi stˈæntənz bˈʊk.