text_original: If more quakes were coming they must get out, and do it at once   The black hand of King Horab cast the skull vindictively against the wall, and the clatter of its falling fragments mingled with strange oaths from the savage lips.
text_transcription: IF MORE QUAKES WERE COMING THEY MUST GET OUT AND DO IT AT ONCE THE BLACK HAND OF KING HORAB CAST THE SKULL VINDICTIVELY AGAINST THE WALL AND THE CLATTER OF ITS FALLING FRAGMENTS MINGLED WITH STRANGE OATHS FROM THE SAVAGE LIPS
phonemes: ɪf mˈɔːɹ kwˈeɪks wɜː kˈʌmɪŋ ðeɪ mˈʌst ɡɛt ˈaʊt, ænd dˈuː ɪɾ ɐtwˈʌns ðə blˈæk hˈænd ʌv kˈɪŋ hˈɔːɹæb kˈæst ðə skˈʌl vɪndˈɪktɪvli ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɔːl, ænd ðə klˈæɾɚɹ ʌv ɪts fˈɔːlɪŋ fɹˈæɡmənts mˈɪŋɡəld wɪð stɹˈeɪndʒ ˈoʊθs fɹʌmðə sˈævɪdʒ lˈɪps.