text_original: He rolled upon the ground at the feet of his fearful judge, crying in faint and agonizing accents, " Mercy ! " The little man, his arms still folded, fixed upon him a murderous look, more scorching even than the flames upon the hearth.
text_transcription: HE ROLLED UPON THE GROUND AT THE FEET OF HIS FEARFUL JUDGE CRYING IN FAINT AND AGONIZING ACCENTS MERCY THE LITTLE MAN HIS ARMS STILL FOLDED FIXED UPON HIM A MURDEROUS LOOK MORE SCORCHING EVEN THAN THE FLAMES UPON THE HEARTH
phonemes: hiː ɹˈoʊld əpˌɑːn ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd æt ðə fˈiːt ʌv hɪz fˈɪɹfəl dʒˈʌdʒ, kɹˈaɪɪŋ ɪn fˈeɪnt ænd ˈæɡənˌaɪzɪŋ ˈæksənts, " mˈɜːsi ! " ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn, hɪz ˈɑːɹmz stˈɪl fˈoʊldᵻd, fˈɪkst əpˌɑːn hˌɪm ɐ mˈɜːdɚɹəs lˈʊk, mˈɔːɹ skˈɔːɹtʃɪŋ ˈiːvən ðɐn ðə flˈeɪmz əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɑːɹθ.