text_original: There was a doorway; the stone was swung inward; and at one side in a straight marked crack, he saw a thread of light. He snapped off his own flash. Someone was there! Someone had beaten him to it! He held himself crouched and rigid at the thought.
text_transcription: THERE WAS A DOORWAY THE STONE WAS SWUNG INWARD AND AT ONE SIDE IN A STRAIGHT MARKED CRACK HE SAW A THREAD OF LIGHT HE SNAPPED OFF HIS OWN FLASH SOMEONE WAS THERE SOME ONE HAD BEATEN HIM TO IT HE HELD HIMSELF CROUCHED AND RIGID AT THE THOUGHT
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ dˈɔːɹweɪ; ðə stˈoʊn wʌz swˈʌŋ ˈɪnwɚd; ænd æt wˈʌn sˈaɪd ɪn ɐ stɹˈeɪt mˈɑːɹkt kɹˈæk, hiː sˈɔː ɐ θɹˈɛd ʌv lˈaɪt. hiː snˈæpt ˈɔf hɪz ˈoʊn flˈæʃ. sˈʌmwʌn wʌz ðˈɛɹ! sˈʌmwʌn hæd bˈiːʔn̩ hˌɪm tʊ ɪt! hiː hˈɛld hɪmsˈɛlf kɹˈaʊtʃt ænd ɹˈɪdʒɪd æt ðə θˈɔːt.