text_original: A Letter is handed out to him, over armed heads; sixty thousand faces flash fixedly on his, there is stillness and no bosom breathes, till he have read. By Heaven, he grows suddenly pale! Do the Municipals permit?
text_transcription: A LETTER IS HANDED OUT TO HIM OVER ARMED HEADS SIXTY THOUSAND FACES FLASH FIXEDLY ON HIS THERE IS STILLNESS AND NO BOSOM BREATHES TILL HE HAVE READ BY HEAVEN HE GROWS SUDDENLY PALE DO THE MUNICIPALS PERMIT
phonemes: ɐ lˈɛɾɚɹ ɪz hˈændᵻd ˈaʊt tə hˌɪm, ˌoʊvɚɹ ˈɑːɹmd hˈɛdz; sˈɪksti θˈaʊzənd fˈeɪsᵻz flˈæʃ fˈɪksᵻdli ˌɔn hˈɪz, ðɛɹ ɪz stˈɪlnəs ænd nˈoʊ bˈʊzəm bɹˈiːðz, tˈɪl hiː hæv ɹˈɛd. baɪ hˈɛvən, hiː ɡɹˈoʊz sˈʌdənli pˈeɪl! dˈuː ðə mjuːnˈɪsɪpəlz pˈɜːmɪt?