text_original: What were his thoughts when he stepped forward and looked into that crowd of faces, all white with the exception of a score or so that were lost to view? I do not know, but I fancy he felt his loneliness.
text_transcription: WHAT WERE HIS THOUGHTS WHEN HE STEPPED FORWARD AND LOOKED INTO THAT CROWD OF FACES ALL WHITE WITH THE EXCEPTION OF A SCORE OR SO THAT WERE LOST TO VIEW I DO NOT KNOW BUT I FANCY HE FELT HIS LONELINESS
phonemes: wˌʌt wɜː hɪz θˈɔːts wɛn hiː stˈɛpt fˈɔːɹwɚd ænd lˈʊkt ˌɪntʊ ðæt kɹˈaʊd ʌv fˈeɪsᵻz, ˈɔːl wˈaɪt wɪððɪ ɛksˈɛpʃən əvə skˈɔːɹ ɔːɹ sˌoʊ ðæt wɜː lˈɔst tə vjˈuː? aɪ duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ, bˌʌt aɪ fˈænsi hiː fˈɛlt hɪz lˈoʊnlinəs.