text_original: She recognized him, yet now did not know him. He stood bareheaded, and her swift, all embracing glance saw the gray over his temples, and the eyes that looked out from across the border of a dark hell, and face white as death and twitching with spent passion.
text_transcription: SHE RECOGNIZED HIM YET NOW DID NOT KNOW HIM HE STOOD BAREHEADED AND HER SWIFT ALL EMBRACING GLANCE SAW THE GREY OVER HIS TEMPLES AND THE EYES THAT LOOKED OUT FROM ACROSS THE BORDER OF A DARK HILL AND A FACE WHITE AS DEATH AND TWITCHING WITH SPENT PASSION
phonemes: ʃiː ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪzd hˌɪm, jˈɛt nˈaʊ dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ hˌɪm. hiː stˈʊd bˈɛɹhɛdᵻd, ænd hɜː swˈɪft, ˈɔːl ɛmbɹˈeɪsɪŋ ɡlˈæns sˈɔː ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ˌoʊvɚ hɪz tˈɛmpəlz, ænd ðɪ ˈaɪz ðæt lˈʊkt ˈaʊt fɹʌm əkɹˌɑːs ðə bˈɔːɹdɚɹ əvə dˈɑːɹk hˈɛl, ænd fˈeɪs wˈaɪt æz dˈɛθ ænd twˈɪtʃɪŋ wɪð spˈɛnt pˈæʃən.