text_original: Every whisper of the wind through the thickets was swelled into the hoarse menaces of murder, the shaking of the boughs was construed into the brandishing of poniards, and every shadow of a tree became the apparition of a ruffian eager for blood.
text_transcription: EVERY WHISPER OF THE WIND THROUGH THE THICKETS WAS SWELLED INTO THE HOARSE MENACES OF MURDER THE SHAKING OF THE BOUGHS WAS CONSTRUED INTO THE BRANDISHING OF POIGNARDS AND EVERY SHADOW OF A TREE BECAME THE APPARITION OF A RUFFIAN EAGER FOR BLOOD
phonemes: ˈɛvɹi wˈɪspɚɹ ʌvðə wˈɪnd θɹuː ðə θˈɪkɪts wʌz swˈɛld ˌɪntʊ ðə hˈɔːɹs mˈɛnɪsᵻz ʌv mˈɜːdɚ, ðə ʃˈeɪkɪŋ ʌvðə bˈaʊz wʌz kənstɹˈuːd ˌɪntʊ ðə bɹˈændɪʃɪŋ ʌv pˈoʊnɪɚdz, ænd ˈɛvɹi ʃˈædoʊ əvə tɹˈiː bɪkˌeɪm ðɪ ˌæpɚɹˈɪʃən əvɚ ɹˈʌfiən ˈiːɡɚ fɔːɹ blˈʌd.