text_original: Once again he was conscious of a strange ambivalence in his attitude. He must guard something he considered wrong against the intrusion of a danger even more wrong. His hand sought the scored grip of the old automatic in his pocket. Could he actually kill?
text_transcription: ONCE AGAIN HE WAS CONSCIOUS OF A STRANGE AMBIVOLENCE IN HIS ATTITUDE HE MUST GUARD SOMETHING HE CONSIDERED WRONG AGAINST THE INTRUSION OF A DANGER EVEN MORE WRONG HIS HAND SOUGHT THE SCORED GRIP OF THE OLD AUTOMATIC IN HIS POCKET COULD HE ACTUALLY KILL
phonemes: wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn hiː wʌz kˈɑːnʃəs əvə stɹˈeɪndʒ æmbˈɪvələns ɪn hɪz ˈæɾɪtˌuːd. hiː mˈʌst ɡˈɑːɹd sˈʌmθɪŋ hiː kənsˈɪdɚd ɹˈɔŋ ɐɡˈɛnst ðɪ ɪntɹˈuːʒən əvə dˈeɪndʒɚɹ ˈiːvən mˈɔːɹ ɹˈɔŋ. hɪz hˈænd sˈɔːt ðə skˈɔːɹd ɡɹˈɪp ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld ˌɔːɾəmˈæɾɪk ɪn hɪz pˈɑːkɪt. kʊd hiː ˈæktʃuːəli kˈɪl?