text_original: The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.
text_transcription: THE WALL WAS NOW NEARLY UPON A LEVEL WITH MY BREAST I AGAIN PAUSED AND HOLDING THE FLAMBEAU OVER THE MASON WORK THREW A FEW FEEBLE RAYS UPON THE FIGURE WITHIN
phonemes: ðə wˈɔːl wʌz nˈaʊ nˌɪɹli əpˌɑːn ɐ lˈɛvəl wɪð maɪ bɹˈɛst. aɪ ɐɡˈɛn pˈɔːzd, ænd hˈoʊldɪŋ ðə flˈæmboʊ ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈeɪsən wˈɜːk, θɹˈuː ɐ fjˈuː fˈiːbəl ɹˈeɪz əpˌɑːn ðə fˈɪɡjɚ wɪðˈɪn.