text_original: In his shed under the stair it had been dark for some time  too dark for work, that is, and George Galbraith had lighted a candle: he never felt at liberty to leave off so long as a man was recognizable in the street by daylight. But now at last, with a sigh of relief, he rose. The hour of his redemption was come, the moment of it at hand.
text_transcription: IN HIS SHED UNDER THE STAIR IT HAD BEEN DARK FOR SOME TIME TOO DARK FOR WORK THAT IS AND GEORGE GALBRAITH HAD LIGHTED A CANDLE HE NEVER FELT AT LIBERTY TO LEAVE OFF SO LONG AS A MAN WAS RECOGNIZABLE IN THE STREET BY DAYLIGHT BUT NOW AT LAST WITH A SIGH OF RELIEF HE ROSE THE HOUR OF HIS REDEMPTION WAS COME THE MOMENT OF IT AT HAND
phonemes: ɪn hɪz ʃˈɛd ˌʌndɚ ðə stˈɛɹ ɪt hɐdbɪn dˈɑːɹk fɔːɹ sˌʌm tˈaɪm tˈuː dˈɑːɹk fɔːɹ wˈɜːk, ðæt ˈɪz, ænd dʒˈɔːɹdʒ ɡˈælbɹeɪθ hæd lˈaɪɾᵻd ɐ kˈændəl: hiː nˈɛvɚ fˈɛlt æt lˈɪbɚɾi tə lˈiːv ˈɔf sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ æz ɐ mˈæn wʌz ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪzəbəl ɪnðə stɹˈiːt baɪ dˈeɪlaɪt. bˌʌt nˈaʊ æt lˈæst, wɪð ɐ sˈaɪ ʌv ɹᵻlˈiːf, hiː ɹˈoʊz. ðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv hɪz ɹᵻdˈɛmpʃən wʌz kˈʌm, ðə mˈoʊmənt ʌv ɪɾ æt hˈænd.