text_original: Its misty beams fell now and again upon the long, narrow glass windows, and painted on the opposite wall what HAXS OF ICELAND. 53 seemed a procession of ghosts, appearing and disappearing simultaneously in the depths of the passage. The young man slowly crossed himself, and walked toward a light which shone faintly at the end of the corridor.
text_transcription: ITS MISTY BEAMS FELL NOW AND AGAIN UPON THE LONG NARROW GLASS WINDOWS AND PAINTED ON THE OPPOSITE WALL WHAT SEEMED THE PROCESSION OF GHOSTS APPEARING AND DISAPPEARING SIMULTANEOUSLY IN THE DEPTH OF THE PASSAGE THE YOUNG MAN SLOWLY CROSSED HIMSELF AND WALKED TOWARD A LIGHT WHICH SHONE FAINTLY AT THE END OF THE CORRIDOR
phonemes: ɪts mˈɪsti bˈiːmz fˈɛl nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn əpˌɑːn ðə lˈɔŋ, nˈæɹoʊ ɡlˈæs wˈɪndoʊz, ænd pˈeɪntᵻd ɔnðɪ ˈɑːpəzˌɪt wˈɔːl wʌt hˈæksz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈɪfti θɹˈiː sˈiːmd ɐ pɹəsˈɛʃən ʌv ɡˈoʊsts, ɐpˈɪɹɪŋ ænd dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹɪŋ sˌaɪməltˈeɪniəsli ɪnðə dˈɛpθs ʌvðə pˈæsɪdʒ. ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn slˈoʊli kɹˈɔst hɪmsˈɛlf, ænd wˈɔːkt təwˈɔːɹd ɐ lˈaɪt wˌɪtʃ ʃˈɑːn fˈeɪntli æt ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə kˈɔɹɪdˌɔːɹ.