text_original: Rufe staggered away, half incredulous that his punishment had fallen short of death. His companions led him apart with many a backward glance of apprehension at the authoress of his discomfiture, and a deep, sullen muttering rippled through the crowd.
text_transcription: RUFE STAGGERED AWAY HALF INCREDULOUS THAT HIS PUNISHMENT HAD FALLEN SHORT OF DEATH HIS COMPANIONS LED HIM APART WITH MANY A BACKWARD GLANCE OF APPREHENSION AT THE AUTHORESS OF HIS DISCOMFITURE AND THE DEEP SULLEN MUTTERING RIPPLED THROUGH THE CROWD
phonemes: ɹˈuːf stˈæɡɚd ɐwˈeɪ, hˈæf ɪŋkɹˈɛdʒuːləs ðæt hɪz pˈʌnɪʃmənt hæd fˈɔːlən ʃˈɔːɹt ʌv dˈɛθ. hɪz kəmpˈæniənz lˈɛd hˌɪm ɐpˈɑːɹt wɪð mˈɛni ɐ bˈækwɚd ɡlˈæns ʌv ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən æt ðɪ ˈɔːθɔːɹˌɛs ʌv hɪz dɪskˈʌmfɪtʃɚ, ænd ɐ dˈiːp, sˈʌlən mˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ ɹˈɪpəld θɹuː ðə kɹˈaʊd.