text_original: One of his eyes was covered with a plaster, and, thanks to a pot of paint which he had found in the pocket of an old maid who died of disappointed love, his pale, hollow cheeks were tinged with an unwonted crimson, an ornament which the rain had now divided HANS OF ICELAND. 141 with his chin.
text_transcription: ONE OF HIS EYES WAS COVERED WITH A PLASTER AND THANKS TO A POT OF PAINT WHICH HE HAD FOUND IN THE POCKET OF AN OLD MAID WHO DIED OF DISAPPOINTED LOVE HIS PALE HOLLOW CHEEKS WERE TINGED WITH AN UNWONTED CRIMSON AN ORNAMENT WHICH THE RAIN HAD NOW DIVIDED WITH HIS CHIN
phonemes: wˈʌn ʌv hɪz ˈaɪz wʌz kˈʌvɚd wɪð ɐ plˈæstɚ, ænd, θˈæŋks tʊ ɐ pˈɑːt ʌv pˈeɪnt wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd fˈaʊnd ɪnðə pˈɑːkɪt əvən ˈoʊld mˈeɪd hˌuː dˈaɪd ʌv dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntᵻd lˈʌv, hɪz pˈeɪl, hˈɑːloʊ tʃˈiːks wɜː tˈɪndʒd wɪð ɐn ʌnwˈɔntᵻd kɹˈɪmsən, ɐn ˈɔːɹnəmənt wˌɪtʃ ðə ɹˈeɪn hæd nˈaʊ dᵻvˈaɪdᵻd hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi wˈʌn wɪð hɪz tʃˈɪn.