text_original: [189] Besenval has decamped, under cloud of dusk, "amid a great affluence of people," who did not harm him; he marches, with faint growing tread, down the left bank of the Seine, all night,—towards infinite space.
text_transcription: BEZAN VELLE HAS DECAMPED UNDER CLOUD OF DUSK AMID A GREAT AFFLUENCE OF PEOPLE WHO DID NOT HARM HIM HE MARCHES WITH FAINT GROWING TREAD DOWN THE LEFT BANK OF THE SEINE ALL NIGHT TOWARDS INFINITE SPACE
phonemes: [wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi nˈaɪn] bᵻsˈɛnvəl hɐz dᵻkˈæmpt, ˌʌndɚ klˈaʊd ʌv dˈʌsk, "ɐmˈɪd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ˈæfluːəns ʌv pˈiːpəl," hˌuː dɪdnˌɑːt hˈɑːɹm hˌɪm; hiː mˈɑːɹtʃᵻz, wɪð fˈeɪnt ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ tɹˈɛd, dˌaʊn ðə lˈɛft bˈæŋk ʌvðə sˈeɪn, ˈɔːl nˈaɪt,—təwˈɔːɹdz ˈɪnfɪnət spˈeɪs.