text_original: He was dressed in plain black clothes, exceedingly clean; his gray hair curled about his neck, and in his hand he had a strong walking stick. I was the first who saw him, as I was nearest the window, and I called to my aunts to look at him. "'Why, it is my Cousin Thomas!' cried my Aunt Penelope.
text_transcription: HE WAS DRESSED IN PLAIN BLACK CLOTHES EXCEEDINGLY CLEAN HIS GRAY HAIR CURLED ABOUT HIS NECK AND IN HIS HAND HE HAD A STRONG WALKING STICK I WAS THE FIRST WHO SAW HIM AS I WAS NEAREST THE WINDOW AND I CALLED TO MY AUNTS TO LOOK AT HIM WHY IT IS MY COUSIN THOMAS CRIED MY AUNT PENELOPE
phonemes: hiː wʌz dɹˈɛst ɪn plˈeɪn blˈæk klˈoʊðz, ɛksˈiːdɪŋli klˈiːn; hɪz ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹ kˈɜːld ɐbˌaʊt hɪz nˈɛk, ænd ɪn hɪz hˈænd hiː hæd ɐ stɹˈɔŋ wˈɔːkɪŋ stˈɪk. aɪ wʌzðə fˈɜːst hˌuː sˈɔː hˌɪm, æz aɪ wʌz nˌɪɹɪst ðə wˈɪndoʊ, ænd aɪ kˈɔːld tə maɪ ˈænts tə lˈʊk æt hˌɪm. "wˈaɪ, ɪɾ ɪz maɪ kˈʌzən tˈɑːməs!kɹˈaɪd maɪ ˈænt pənˈɛləpi.