text_original: He landed tense and crouching, and his voice was hoarse with excitement when he spoke. "That'll be all from you," he told the black one. His words could mean nothing to this savage, but the tone that rang through them, and his crouching, ready pose, must have been plain. The inky face beneath the high pointed dome of head was twisted with rage; the eyes glared at this being who dared to oppose him. But the black one paused, then stepped backward to the casket where he had been.
text_transcription: HE LANDED TENSE AND CROUCHING AND HIS VOICE WAS HOARSE WITH EXCITEMENT WHEN HE SPOKE THAT'LL BE ALL FROM YOU HE TOLD THE BLACK ONE HIS WORDS COULD MEAN NOTHING TO THE SAVAGE BUT THE TONE THAT RANG THROUGH THEM AND HIS CROUCHING READY POSE MUST HAVE BEEN PLAIN THE INKY FACE BENEATH THE HIGH POINTED DOME OF HEAD WAS TWISTED WITH RAGE THE EYES GLARED AT THIS BEING WHO DARED TO OPPOSE HIM BUT THE BLACK ONE PAUSED THEN STEPPED BACKWARD TO THE CASKET WHERE HE HAD BEEN
phonemes: hiː lˈændᵻd tˈɛns ænd kɹˈaʊtʃɪŋ, ænd hɪz vˈɔɪs wʌz hˈɔːɹs wɪð ɛksˈaɪtmənt wɛn hiː spˈoʊk. "ðˌæɾəl biː ˈɔːl fɹʌm juː," hiː tˈoʊld ðə blˈæk wˌʌn. hɪz wˈɜːdz kʊd mˈiːn nˈʌθɪŋ tə ðɪs sˈævɪdʒ, bˌʌt ðə tˈoʊn ðæt ɹˈæŋ θɹˈuː ðˌɛm, ænd hɪz kɹˈaʊtʃɪŋ, ɹˈɛdi pˈoʊz, mˈʌstɐv bˌɪn plˈeɪn. ðɪ ɪŋkˈaɪ fˈeɪs bᵻnˌiːθ ðə hˈaɪ pˈɔɪntᵻd dˈoʊm ʌv hˈɛd wʌz twˈɪstᵻd wɪð ɹˈeɪdʒ; ðɪ ˈaɪz ɡlˈɛɹd æt ðɪs bˌiːɪŋ hˌuː dˈɛɹd tʊ əpˈoʊz hˌɪm. bˌʌt ðə blˈæk wˈʌn pˈɔːzd, ðˈɛn stˈɛpt bˈækwɚd tə ðə kˈæskɪt wˈɛɹ hiː hɐdbɪn.