text_original: I looked around to see if there was present any one who could even suggest in any way the appearance of the man in the ghostly procession. But there was no such person. I met only _mirabile dictu_, the greedy eyes of Gormala MacNiel. That evening in my room at the Kilmarnock Arms, I examined the papers as well as I could by lamplight. They were in an old fashioned style of writing with long tails and many flourishes which made an added difficulty to me. The language was Spanish, which tongue I did not know; but by aid of French and what little Latin I could remember I made out a few words here and there.
text_transcription: I LOOKED AROUND TO SEE IF THERE IS PRESENT ANY ONE WHO COULD EVEN SUGGEST IN ANY WAY THE APPEARANCE OF THE MAN IN THE GHOSTLY PROCESSION BUT THERE WAS NO SUCH PERSON I MET ONLY MIRABELLE DE TWO THE GREEDY EYES OF GRAMMALA MC NEILL THAT EVENING IN MY ROOM AT THE KILMENARK ARMS I EXAMINED THE PAPERS AS WELL AS I COULD BY LAUGHLING THEY WERE IN AN OLD FASHIONED STYLE OF WRITING WITH LONG TALES AND MANY FLOURISHES WHICH MADE THEM AN ADDED DIFFICULTY TO ME A LANGUAGE WAS SPANISH WHICH TONGUE I DID NOT KNOW BUT BY THE AID OF FRENCH AND WITH A LITTLE LATIN I COULD REMEMBER AND MADE OUT A FEW WORDS HERE AND THERE
phonemes: aɪ lˈʊkt ɚɹˈaʊnd tə sˈiː ɪf ðɛɹwˌʌz pɹˈɛzənt ˌɛni wˈʌn hˌuː kʊd ˈiːvən sədʒˈɛst ɪn ˌɛni wˈeɪ ðɪ ɐpˈɪɹəns ʌvðə mˈæn ɪnðə ɡˈoʊstli pɹəsˈɛʃən. bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ pˈɜːsən. aɪ mˈɛt ˈoʊnli mˈɜːɹɐbˌaɪl dˈɪktuː, ðə ɡɹˈiːdi ˈaɪz ʌv ɡɔːɹmˈɑːlə mˈæk nˈiːl. ðæt ˈiːvnɪŋ ɪn maɪ ɹˈuːm æt ðə kɪlmˈɑːɹnɑːk ˈɑːɹmz, aɪ ɛɡzˈæmɪnd ðə pˈeɪpɚz æz wˈɛl æz aɪ kʊd baɪ lˈæmplaɪt. ðeɪ wɜːɹ ɪn ɐn ˈoʊld fˈæʃənd stˈaɪl ʌv ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ wɪð lˈɔŋ tˈeɪlz ænd mˈɛni flˈɜːɹɪʃᵻz wˌɪtʃ mˌeɪd ɐn ˈædᵻd dˈɪfɪkˌʌlti tə mˌiː. ðə lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ wʌz spˈænɪʃ, wˌɪtʃ tˈʌŋ aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt nˈoʊ; bˌʌt baɪ ˈeɪd ʌv fɹˈɛntʃ ænd wʌt lˈɪɾəl lˈætɪn aɪ kʊd ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ aɪ mˌeɪd ˈaʊt ɐ fjˈuː wˈɜːdz hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ.