text_original: And yet there was something supernatural about this sin  gular vision which filled him with devout distrust against his better judgment; for who can tell whether the spirits of the dead may not sometimes return to earth ? He rose, made the sign of the cross, and walked toward the spot where the apparition vanished. Big drops of rain now began to fall ; his cloak filled like a sail, and the feather in his cap, beaten by the wind, flapped in his face. He stopped suddenly.
text_transcription: AND YET THERE WAS SOMETHING SUPERNATURAL ABOUT THIS SINGULAR VISION WHICH FILLED HIM WITH DEVOUT DISTRUST AGAINST HIS BETTER JUDGMENT FOR WHO CAN TELL WHETHER THE SPIRITS OF THE DEAD MAY NOT SOMETIMES RETURN TO EARTH HE ROSE MADE THE SIGN OF THE CROSS AND WALKED TOWARD THE SPOT WHERE THE APPARITION VANISHED BIG DROPS OF RAIN NOW BEGAN TO FALL HIS CLOAK FILLED LIKE A SAIL AND THE FEATHER IN HIS CAP BEATEN BY THE WIND FLAPPED IN HIS FACE HE STOPPED SUDDENLY
phonemes: ænd jˈɛt ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ sˌuːpɚnˈætʃɚɹəl ɐbˌaʊt ðɪs sˈɪn ɡjˈʊlɚ vˈɪʒən wˌɪtʃ fˈɪld hˌɪm wɪð dɪvˈaʊt dɪstɹˈʌst ɐɡˈɛnst hɪz bˈɛɾɚ dʒˈʌdʒmənt; fɔːɹ hˌuː kæn tˈɛl wˈɛðɚ ðə spˈɪɹɪts ʌvðə dˈɛd mˈeɪ nˌɑːt sˈʌmtaɪmz ɹᵻtˈɜːn tʊ ˈɜːθ ? hiː ɹˈoʊz, mˌeɪd ðə sˈaɪn ʌvðə kɹˈɔs, ænd wˈɔːkt təwˈɔːɹd ðə spˈɑːt wˌɛɹ ðɪ ˌæpɚɹˈɪʃən vˈænɪʃt. bˈɪɡ dɹˈɑːps ʌv ɹˈeɪn nˈaʊ bɪɡˈæn tə fˈɔːl ; hɪz klˈoʊk fˈɪld lˈaɪk ɐ sˈeɪl, ænd ðə fˈɛðɚɹ ɪn hɪz kˈæp, bˈiːʔn̩ baɪ ðə wˈɪnd, flˈæpt ɪn hɪz fˈeɪs. hiː stˈɑːpt sˈʌdənli.