text_original: He heard the key turning in the lock, shrugged his shoulders, and walked slowly along the gallery to his own room, not the room that had been Mario Provana's dressing room.
text_transcription: HE HEARD THE KEY TURNING IN THE LOCK SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS AND WALKED SLOWLY ALONG THE GALLERY TO HIS OWN ROOM NOT THE ROOM THAT HAD BEEN MARIA PROVANA'S DRESSING ROOM
phonemes: hiː hˈɜːd ðə kˈiː tˈɜːnɪŋ ɪnðə lˈɑːk, ʃɹˈʌɡd hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz, ænd wˈɔːkt slˈoʊli ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɡˈælɚɹi tə hɪz ˈoʊn ɹˈuːm, nˌɑːt ðə ɹˈuːm ðæt hɐdbɪn mˈɑːɹɹɪˌoʊ pɹəvˈɑːnəz dɹˈɛsɪŋ ɹˈuːm.