text_original: The cheerful voices of workpeople echoed in the streets j dogs were barking, birds singing, the yellow sun mounting in a cloudless heaven. But there were no signs of the coming of George Vane with the morning sunlight ; and as the day grew older and brighter, the anxious face of the pale watcher at the open
text_transcription: THE CHEERFUL VOICES OF WORKPEOPLE ECHOED IN THE STREETS DOGS WERE BARKING BIRDS SINGING THE YELLOW SUN MOUNTING IN A CLOUDLESS HEAVEN BUT THERE WERE NO SIGNS OF THE COMING OF GEORGE VANE WITH THE MORNING SUNLIGHT AND AS THE DAY GREW OLDER AND BRIGHTER THE ANXIOUS FACE OF THE PALE WATCHER AT THE OPEN WINDOW ONLY GREW PALER AND MORE ANXIOUS END OF CHAPTER FIVE A VOLUME ONE
phonemes: ðə tʃˈɪɹfəl vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌv wˈɜːkpiːpəl ˈɛkoʊd ɪnðə stɹˈiːts dʒˈeɪ dˈɑːɡz wɜː bˈɑːɹkɪŋ, bˈɜːdz sˈɪŋɪŋ, ðə jˈɛloʊ sˈʌn mˈaʊntɪŋ ɪn ɐ klˈaʊdləs hˈɛvən. bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈoʊ sˈaɪnz ʌvðə kˈʌmɪŋ ʌv dʒˈɔːɹdʒ vˈeɪn wɪððə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ sˈʌnlaɪt ; ænd æz ðə dˈeɪ ɡɹˈuː ˈoʊldɚ ænd bɹˈaɪɾɚ, ðɪ ˈæŋʃəs fˈeɪs ʌvðə pˈeɪl wˈɑːtʃɚɹ æt ðɪ ˈoʊpən