text_original: At this moment a gleam of light fell upon the face of one of the six prisoners, a young man who held his head down, as if to veil his features with his long hair. Ethel started, and a cold sweat oozed from every pore. She thought she recognized— But no; it was a cruel illusion. The room was but dimly lighted, and men moved about it like shadows ; the great polished ebony Christ hanging over the president's chair was scarcely visible.
text_transcription: AT THIS MOMENT A GLEAM OF LIGHT FELL UPON THE FACE OF ONE OF THE SIX PRISONERS A YOUNG MAN WHO HELD HIS HEAD DOWN AS IF TO VEIL HIS FEATURES WITH HIS LONG HAIR ETHEL STARTED AND THE COLD SWEAT OOZED FROM EVERY PORE SHE THOUGHT SHE RECOGNIZED BUT NO IT WAS A CRUEL ILLUSION THE ROOM WAS BUT DIMLY LIGHTED AND MEN MOVED ABOUT IT LIKE SHADOWS THE GREAT POLISHED EBONY CHRIST HANGING OVER THE PRESIDENT'S CHAIR WAS SCARCELY VISIBLE
phonemes: æt ðɪs mˈoʊmənt ɐ ɡlˈiːm ʌv lˈaɪt fˈɛl əpˌɑːn ðə fˈeɪs ʌv wˈʌn ʌvðə sˈɪks pɹˈɪzənɚz, ɐ jˈʌŋ mˈæn hˌuː hˈɛld hɪz hˈɛd dˈaʊn, æz ɪf tə vˈeɪl hɪz fˈiːtʃɚz wɪð hɪz lˈɔŋ hˈɛɹ. ˈɛθəl stˈɑːɹɾᵻd, ænd ɐ kˈoʊld swˈɛt ˈuːzd fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi pˈɔːɹ. ʃiː θˈɔːt ʃiː ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪzd— bˌʌt nˈoʊ; ɪt wʌzɐ kɹˈuːəl ɪlˈuːʒən. ðə ɹˈuːm wʌz bˌʌt dˈɪmli lˈaɪɾᵻd, ænd mˈɛn mˈuːvd ɐbˌaʊt ɪt lˈaɪk ʃˈædoʊz ; ðə ɡɹˈeɪt pˈɑːlɪʃt ˈɛbəni kɹˈaɪst hˈæŋɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə pɹˈɛzɪdənts tʃˈɛɹ wʌz skˈɛɹsli vˈɪzᵻbəl.