text_original: In one corner stood the poor captain shivering in his shirt, which was all torn to rags: with a woeful visage, scratched all over by his wife, who had by this time wrapped the counterpane about her, and sat sobbing on the side of her bed.
text_transcription: IN ONE CORNER STOOD THE POOR CAPTAIN SHIVERING IN HIS SHIRT WHICH WAS ALL TORN TO RAGS WITH A WOEFUL VISAGE SCRATCHED ALL OVER BY HIS WIFE WHO HAD BY THIS TIME WRAPPED THE COUNTERPANE ABOUT HER AND SAT SOBBING ON THE SIDE OF HER BED
phonemes: ɪn wˈʌn kˈɔːɹnɚ stˈʊd ðə pˈʊɹ kˈæptɪn ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ ɪn hɪz ʃˈɜːt, wˌɪtʃ wʌz ˈɔːl tˈɔːɹn tə ɹˈæɡz: wɪð ɐ wˈoʊfəl vˈɪzɪdʒ, skɹˈætʃt ˈɔːl ˌoʊvɚ baɪ hɪz wˈaɪf, hˌuː hæd baɪ ðɪs tˈaɪm ɹˈæpt ðə kˈaʊntɚpˌeɪn ɐbˈaʊt hɜː, ænd sˈæt sˈɑːbɪŋ ɔnðə sˈaɪd ʌv hɜː bˈɛd.