text_original: The looks of all betokened a deep and hopeless despair. The same thought was passing in their minds. A painful thought it was  that they were completely cut off from all communication with the world, and might never again look on human faces, save their own!
text_transcription: THE LOOKS OF ALL BETOKENED A DEEP AND HOPELESS DESPAIR THE SAME THOUGHT WAS PASSING IN THEIR MINDS A PAINFUL THOUGH IT WAS THAT THEY WERE COMPLETELY CUT OFF FROM ALL COMMUNICATION WITH THE WORLD AND MIGHT NEVER AGAIN LOOK ON HUMAN FACES SAVE THEIR OWN
phonemes: ðə lˈʊks ʌv ˈɔːl bᵻtˈoʊkənd ɐ dˈiːp ænd hˈoʊpləs dᵻspˈɛɹ. ðə sˈeɪm θˈɔːt wʌz pˈæsɪŋ ɪn ðɛɹ mˈaɪndz. ɐ pˈeɪnfəl θˈɔːt ɪt wʌz ðæt ðeɪ wɜː kəmplˈiːtli kˈʌt ˈɔf fɹʌm ˈɔːl kəmjˌuːnɪkˈeɪʃən wɪððə wˈɜːld, ænd mˌaɪt nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn lˈʊk ˌɔn hjˈuːmən fˈeɪsᵻz, sˈeɪv ðɛɹ ˈoʊn!