text_original: Richard Thornton shrugged his shoulders as he turned away from the idle gossips. THE BLACK BUILDING BY THE RTVER. 129 " Some people would call me a coward if they knew how I dislike going into this place/' he thought. He threw away his cigar, took off his hat, and slowly crossed the dark threshold of the Parisian dead house.
text_transcription: RICHARD THORNTON SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS AS HE TURNED AWAY FROM THE IDLE GOSSIPS SOME PEOPLE WOULD CALL ME A COWARD IF THEY KNEW HOW I DISLIKED GOING INTO THIS PLACE HE THOUGHT HE THREW AWAY HIS CIGAR TOOK OFF HIS HAT AND SLOWLY CROSSED THE DARK THRESHOLD OF THE PARISIAN DEAD HOUSE
phonemes: ɹˈɪtʃɚd θˈɔːɹntən ʃɹˈʌɡd hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz æz hiː tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌmðɪ ˈaɪdəl ɡˈɑːsɪps. ðə blˈæk bˈɪldɪŋ baɪ ðɪ ˌɑːɹtˈiːvˈɜː. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti nˈaɪn " sˌʌm pˈiːpəl wʊd kˈɔːl mˌiː ɐ kˈaʊɚd ɪf ðeɪ nˈuː hˌaʊ aɪ dɪslˈaɪk ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðɪs plˈeɪs slˈæʃ hiː θˈɔːt. hiː θɹˈuː ɐwˈeɪ hɪz sᵻɡˈɑːɹ, tˈʊk ˈɔf hɪz hˈæt, ænd slˈoʊli kɹˈɔst ðə dˈɑːɹk θɹˈɛʃoʊld ʌvðə pæɹˈɪʒən dˈɛd hˈaʊs.