text_original: " This man cannot be guilty," muttered the minister. Then drawing from his breast a black crucifix, he placed it on a sort of altar rudely shaped from a granite slab rest  ing against the damp prison wall. Beside the crucifix he laid a small lighted lamp which he had brought with him, and an open Bible.
text_transcription: THIS MAN CANNOT BE GUILTY MUTTERED THE MINISTER THEN DRAWING FROM HIS BREAST A BLACK CRUCIFIX HE PLACED IT ON A SORT OF ALTAR RUDELY SHAPED FROM A GRANITE SLAB RESTING AGAINST THE DAMP PRISON WALL BESIDE THE CRUCIFIX HE LAID A SMALL LIGHTED LAMP WHICH HE HAD BROUGHT WITH HIM AND AN OPEN BIBLE
phonemes: " ðɪs mˈæn kænˈɑːt biː ɡˈɪlti," mˈʌɾɚd ðə mˈɪnɪstɚ. ðˈɛn dɹˈɔːɪŋ fɹʌm hɪz bɹˈɛst ɐ blˈæk kɹˈuːsɪfˌɪks, hiː plˈeɪst ɪɾ ˌɔn ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv ˈɔltɚ ɹˈuːdli ʃˈeɪpt fɹʌm ɐ ɡɹˈænɪt slˈæb ɹˈɛst ˈɪŋ ɐɡˈɛnst ðə dˈæmp pɹˈɪzən wˈɔːl. bᵻsˌaɪd ðə kɹˈuːsɪfˌɪks hiː lˈeɪd ɐ smˈɔːl lˈaɪɾᵻd lˈæmp wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd bɹˈɔːt wɪð hˌɪm, ænd ɐn ˈoʊpən bˈaɪbəl.