text_original: But at length, as the labor drew nearer to its conclusion, there were admitted none into the turret; for the painter had grown wild with the ardor of his work, and turned his eyes from canvas merely, even to regard the countenance of his wife.
text_transcription: BUT AT LENGTH AS THE LABOUR DREW NEARER TO ITS CONCLUSION THERE WERE ADMITTED NONE INTO THE TURRET FOR THE PAINTER HAD GROWN WILD WITH THE ARDOUR OF HIS WORK AND TURNED HIS EYES FROM CANVAS MERELY EVEN TO REGARD THE COUNTENANCE OF HIS WIFE
phonemes: bˌʌt æt lˈɛŋθ, æz ðə lˈeɪbɚ dɹˈuː nˈɪɹɚ tʊ ɪts kəŋklˈuːʒən, ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ɐdmˈɪɾᵻd nˈʌn ˌɪntʊ ðə tˈɜːɹɪt; fɚðə pˈeɪntɚ hæd ɡɹˈoʊn wˈaɪld wɪððɪ ˈɑːɹdɚɹ ʌv hɪz wˈɜːk, ænd tˈɜːnd hɪz ˈaɪz fɹʌm kˈænvəs mˈɪɹli, ˈiːvən tə ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹd ðə kˈaʊntənəns ʌv hɪz wˈaɪf.