text_original: I knew where the blow came from, and I looked my uncle in the face; a gleam of malignant pleasure was in his eyes, which had been fixed on me, waiting to receive my glance.
text_transcription: I KNEW WHERE THE BLOW CAME FROM AND I LOOKED MY UNCLE IN THE FACE A GLEAM OF MALIGNANT PLEASURE WAS IN HIS EYES WHICH HAD BEEN FIXED ON ME WAITING TO RECEIVE MY GLANCE
phonemes: aɪ nˈuː wˌɛɹ ðə blˈoʊ kˈeɪm fɹʌm, ænd aɪ lˈʊkt maɪ ˈʌŋkəl ɪnðə fˈeɪs; ɐ ɡlˈiːm ʌv məlˈɪɡnənt plˈɛʒɚ wʌz ɪn hɪz ˈaɪz, wˌɪtʃ hɐdbɪn fˈɪkst ˈɔn mˌiː, wˈeɪɾɪŋ tə ɹᵻsˈiːv maɪ ɡlˈæns.