text_original: While I was feeling for the vein, he desired to know how much blood I intended to take from him, and, when I answered, "not above twelve ounces," started up with a look full of horror, and bade me be gone, swearing I had a design upon his life.
text_transcription: WHILE I WAS FEELING FOR THE VEIN HE DESIRED TO KNOW HOW MUCH BLOOD I INTENDED TO TAKE FROM HIM AND WHEN I ANSWERED NOT ABOVE TWELVE OUNCES STARTED UP WITH A LOOK FULL OF HORROR AND BADE ME BE GONE SWEARING I HAD A DESIGN UPON HIS LIFE
phonemes: wˌaɪl aɪ wʌz fˈiːlɪŋ fɚðə vˈeɪn, hiː dɪzˈaɪɚd tə nˈoʊ hˌaʊ mˈʌtʃ blˈʌd aɪ ɪntˈɛndᵻd tə tˈeɪk fɹʌm hˌɪm, ænd, wˌɛn aɪ ˈænsɚd, "nˌɑːt əbˌʌv twˈɛlv ˈaʊnsᵻz," stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ˌʌp wɪð ɐ lˈʊk fˈʊl ʌv hˈɔɹɚ, ænd bˈeɪd mˌiː biː ɡˈɔn, swˈɛɹɪŋ aɪ hæd ɐ dɪzˈaɪn əpˌɑːn hɪz lˈaɪf.