text_original: Here the smoke was not so dense, so that he could breathe, though with difficulty. One glance showed him where the bed was. He felt it. A female form was lying on it. The light weight and the long hair which swept across his face as he raised it gently but swiftly on his shoulder, told him that it was that of a girl.
text_transcription: HERE THE SMOKE WAS NOT SO DENSE SO THAT HE COULD BREATHE THOUGH WITH DIFFICULTY ONE GLANCE SHOWED HIM WHERE THE BED WAS HE FELT IT A FEMALE FORM WAS LYING ON IT THE LIGHT WEIGHT IN THE LONG HAIR WHICH SWEPT ACROSS HIS FACE AS HE RAISED IT GENTLY BUT SWIFTLY ON HIS SHOULDER TOLD HIM THAT IT WAS THAT OF A GIRL
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ðə smˈoʊk wʌz nˌɑːt sˌoʊ dˈɛns, sˌoʊ ðæt hiː kʊd bɹˈiːð, ðˌoʊ wɪð dˈɪfɪkˌʌlti. wˈʌn ɡlˈæns ʃˈoʊd hˌɪm wˌɛɹ ðə bˈɛd wʌz. hiː fˈɛlt ɪt. ɐ fˈiːmeɪl fˈɔːɹm wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ ˈɔn ɪt. ðə lˈaɪt wˈeɪt ænd ðə lˈɔŋ hˈɛɹ wˌɪtʃ swˈɛpt əkɹˌɑːs hɪz fˈeɪs æz hiː ɹˈeɪzd ɪt dʒˈɛntli bˌʌt swˈɪftli ˌɔn hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ, tˈoʊld hˌɪm ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz ðæt əvə ɡˈɜːl.