text_original: It was nearly eight o'clock therefore when he emerged, from some narrow street, upon the quay, and made his way towards that bridge be  128 ELEANOR S VICTOEY. neath whose shadow the Morgue hides, like some foul and unhallowed thing.
text_transcription: IT WAS NEARLY EIGHT O'CLOCK THEREFORE WHEN HE EMERGED FROM SOME NARROW STREET UPON THE QUAY AND MADE HIS WAY TOWARDS THAT BRIDGE BENEATH WHOSE SHADOWS THE MORGUE HIDES LIKE SOME FOUL AND UNHALLOWED THING
phonemes: ɪt wʌz nˌɪɹli ˈeɪt əklˈɑːk ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ wɛn hiː ɪmˈɜːdʒd, fɹʌm sˌʌm nˈæɹoʊ stɹˈiːt, əpˌɑːn ðə kˈiː, ænd mˌeɪd hɪz wˈeɪ təwˈɔːɹdz ðæt bɹˈɪdʒ biː wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti ˈeɪt ᵻlˈiːnɚɹ ˈɛs vˈɪktoʊi. nˈiːθ hˌuːz ʃˈædoʊ ðə mˈɔːɹɡ hˈaɪdz, lˈaɪk sˌʌm fˈaʊl ænd ʌnhˈæloʊd θˈɪŋ.