text_original: Beneath his projecting black brows, his eyes gleamed doubtful, as a wood fire where white ash dims the glow. He looked neither to right nor left, but walked on with moveless dull gaze, noting nothing.
text_transcription: BENEATH HIS PROJECTING BLACK BROWS HIS EYES GLEAMED DOUBTFUL AS A WOOD FIRE WHERE WHITE ASH DIMS THE GLOW HE LOOKED NEITHER TO THE RIGHT NOR LEFT BUT WALKED ON WITH MOVELESS DULL GAZE NOTING NOTHING
phonemes: bᵻnˌiːθ hɪz pɹədʒˈɛktɪŋ blˈæk bɹˈaʊz, hɪz ˈaɪz ɡlˈiːmd dˈaʊtfəl, æz ɐ wˈʊd fˈaɪɚ wˌɛɹ wˈaɪt ˈæʃ dˈɪmz ðə ɡlˈoʊ. hiː lˈʊkt nˈiːðɚ tə ɹˈaɪt nˈɔːɹ lˈɛft, bˌʌt wˈɔːkt ˌɔn wɪð mˈuːvləs dˈʌl ɡˈeɪz, nˈoʊɾɪŋ nˈʌθɪŋ.