text_original: His voice grew gentler, his whole countenance softened as he continued,  "That the prize was his, not mine, I rejoice.
text_transcription: HIS VOICE GREW GENTLER HIS WHOLE COUNTENANCE SOFTENED AS HE CONTINUED THAT THE PRIZE WAS HIS NOT MINE I REJOICE
phonemes: hɪz vˈɔɪs ɡɹˈuː dʒˈɛntlɚ, hɪz hˈoʊl kˈaʊntənəns sˈɔfənd æz hiː kəntˈɪnjuːd,  "ðætðə pɹˈaɪz wʌz hˈɪz, nˌɑːt mˈaɪn, aɪ ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs.