text_original: Annas started, the self satisfied smile faded; he looked sharply into the worn face before him, at the eyes with their feverish glitter, at the thin, nerveless hands, at the bowed shoulders; then he frowned.
text_transcription: ANNA STARTED THE SELF SATISFIED SMILE FADED HE LOOKED SHARPLY INTO THE WORN FACE BEFORE HIM AT THE EYES WITH THEIR FEVERISH GLITTER AT THE THIN NERVELESS HANDS AT THE BOWED SHOULDERS THEN HE FROWNED
phonemes: ˈænəz stˈɑːɹɾᵻd, ðə sˈɛlf sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪd smˈaɪl fˈeɪdᵻd; hiː lˈʊkt ʃˈɑːɹpli ˌɪntʊ ðə wˈɔːɹn fˈeɪs bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, æt ðɪ ˈaɪz wɪð ðɛɹ fˈiːvɚɹɪʃ ɡlˈɪɾɚ, æt ðə θˈɪn, nˈɜːvləs hˈændz, æt ðə bˈaʊd ʃˈoʊldɚz; ðˈɛn hiː fɹˈaʊnd.