text_original: Cole pointed the fountain pen. The Coroner felt a sharp chill on his flesh. He looked at the jury, at the newspaperman, the spectators. They were all smiling cold, thin, terrible smiles....
text_transcription: COLE POINTED THE FOUNTAIN PEN THE CORONER FELT A SHARP CHILL ON HIS FLESH HE LOOKED AT THE JURY AT THE NEWSPAPER MAN THE SPECTATORS THEY WERE ALL SMILING COLD THIN TERRIBLE SMILES
phonemes: kˈoʊl pˈɔɪntᵻd ðə fˈaʊntɪn pˈɛn. ðə kˈɔːɹənɚ fˈɛlt ɐ ʃˈɑːɹp tʃˈɪl ˌɔn hɪz flˈɛʃ. hiː lˈʊkt æt ðə dʒˈʊɹɹi, æt ðə nˈuːzpeɪpɚmən, ðə spɛktˈeɪɾɚz. ðeɪ wɜːɹ ˈɔːl smˈaɪlɪŋ kˈoʊld, θˈɪn, tˈɛɹᵻbəl smˈaɪlz....