text_original: Poor Beuignus was far from being sufficiently easy in his mind to make psychological ob  servations. Hidden behind Ordener, he drew his mantle closely about him, raised a restless hand to his plaster, pulled the back of his loose periwig over his face, and sighed heavily.
text_transcription: POOR BENIGNUS WAS FAR FROM BEING SUFFICIENTLY EASY IN HIS MIND TO MAKE PSYCHOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS HIDDEN BEHIND ORDINA HE DREW HIS MANTLE CLOSELY ABOUT HIM RAISED A RESTLESS HAND TO HIS PLASTER PULLED THE BACK OF HIS LOOSE PERIWIG OVER HIS FACE AND SIGHED HEAVILY
phonemes: pˈʊɹ bjˈuːɪɡnəs wʌz fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm bˌiːɪŋ səfˈɪʃəntli ˈiːzi ɪn hɪz mˈaɪnd tə mˌeɪk saɪkəlˈɑːdʒɪkəl ˈɑːb sɜːvˈeɪʃənz. hˈɪdən bᵻhˌaɪnd ˈɔːɹdənɚ, hiː dɹˈuː hɪz mˈæntəl klˈoʊsli ɐbˈaʊt hˌɪm, ɹˈeɪzd ɐ ɹˈɛstləs hˈænd tə hɪz plˈæstɚ, pˈʊld ðə bˈæk ʌv hɪz lˈuːs pˈɛɹɪwˌɪɡ ˌoʊvɚ hɪz fˈeɪs, ænd sˈaɪd hˈɛvili.