text_original: He was suddenly a quiver with a feeling of the presence of living things. His breath seemed stifled within him as he stepped into the dark where a pencil of light from his pocket flash made the blackness more intense.
text_transcription: HE WAS SUDDENLY AQUIVER WITH A FEELING OF THE PRESENCE OF LIVING THINGS HIS BREATH SEEMED STIFLED WITHIN HIM AS HE STEPPED INTO THE DARK WHERE A PENCIL OF LIGHT FROM HIS POCKET FLASH MADE THE BLACKNESS MORE INTENSE
phonemes: hiː wʌz sˈʌdənli ɐ kwˈɪvɚ wɪð ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ ʌvðə pɹˈɛzəns ʌv lˈɪvɪŋ θˈɪŋz. hɪz bɹˈɛθ sˈiːmd stˈaɪfəld wɪðˌɪn hˌɪm æz hiː stˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɑːɹk wˌɛɹ ɐ pˈɛnsəl ʌv lˈaɪt fɹʌm hɪz pˈɑːkɪt flˈæʃ mˌeɪd ðə blˈæknəs mˈɔːɹ ɪntˈɛns.