text_original: The whole thing might have been only a vivid dream, so silent was the room and so devoid of any evidence of recent excitement, while the reigning tranquillity was enhanced rather than decreased by the soft breathing of the sleepers, the ticking of the clock, and the scratching of Dale's pen as he briefly recorded the facts of the fire that night in Beverly Square.
text_transcription: THE WHOLE THING MIGHT HAVE BEEN ONLY A VIVID DREAM SO SILENT WAS THE ROOM AND SO DEVOID OF ANY EVIDENCE OF RECENT EXCITEMENT WHILE THE REIGNING TRANQUILLITY WAS ENHANCED RATHER THAN DECREASED BY THE SOFT BREATHING OF THE SLEEPERS THE TICKING OF THE CLOCK AND THE SCRATCHING OF DALE'S PEN AS HE BRIEFLY RECORDED THE FACTS OF THE FIRE THAT NIGHT IN BEVERLY SQUARE
phonemes: ðə hˈoʊl θˈɪŋ mˌaɪthɐv bˌɪn ˈoʊnli ɐ vˈɪvɪd dɹˈiːm, sˌoʊ sˈaɪlənt wʌzðə ɹˈuːm ænd sˌoʊ dɪvˈɔɪd ʌv ˌɛni ˈɛvɪdəns ʌv ɹˈiːsənt ɛksˈaɪtmənt, wˌaɪl ðə ɹˈeɪnɪŋ tɹæŋkwˈɪlᵻɾi wʌz ɛnhˈænst ɹˈæðɚ ðɐn dˈiːkɹiːst baɪ ðə sˈɔft bɹˈiːðɪŋ ʌvðə slˈiːpɚz, ðə tˈɪkɪŋ ʌvðə klˈɑːk, ænd ðə skɹˈætʃɪŋ ʌv dˈeɪlz pˈɛn æz hiː bɹˈiːfli ɹᵻkˈɔːɹdᵻd ðə fˈækts ʌvðə fˈaɪɚ ðæt nˈaɪt ɪn bˈɛvɚli skwˈɛɹ.