text_original: With hungry eyes Breem gazed at the scene in the poor little house, his thoughts flying backward over the years. A sudden sharp, impatient whistle roused him, and he strode hastily back to the waiting men. "Well, Pose?" interrogated Skid impatiently.
text_transcription: WITH HUNGRY EYES BRIAM GAZED AT THE SCENE IN THE POOR LITTLE HOUSE HIS THOUGHTS FLYING BACKWARD OVER THE EARS A SUDDEN SHARP IMPATIENT WHISTLE ROUSED HIM AND HE STRODE HASTILY BACK TO THE WAITING MEN WELL POSE INTERROGATED SKID IMPATIENTLY
phonemes: wɪð hˈʌŋɡɹi ˈaɪz bɹˈiːm ɡˈeɪzd æt ðə sˈiːn ɪnðə pˈʊɹ lˈɪɾəl hˈaʊs, hɪz θˈɔːts flˈaɪɪŋ bˈækwɚd ˌoʊvɚ ðə jˈɪɹz. ɐ sˈʌdən ʃˈɑːɹp, ɪmpˈeɪʃənt wˈɪsəl ɹˈaʊzd hˌɪm, ænd hiː stɹˈoʊd hˈeɪstili bˈæk tə ðə wˈeɪɾɪŋ mˈɛn. "wˈɛl, pˈoʊz?" ɪntˈɛɹəɡˌeɪɾᵻd skˈɪd ɪmpˈeɪʃəntli.