text_original: Really before the words were out of his lips they were off down the lane like streaks of lightning. All my man left behind him was the smell of his horrid cloth. Beyond disarranging my hat and my hair, and that kind of thing, I knew that he had not damaged me almost before, so to speak, I examined myself to see.
text_transcription: ALLY BEFORE THE WORDS WERE OUT OF HIS LIPS THEY WERE OFF DOWN THE LANE LIKE STREAKS OF LIGHTNING ALL MY MEN LEFT BEHIND HIM WAS THE SMELL OF HIS HORRID CLOTH BEYOND DISARRANGING MY HEAD AND MY HAIR AND THAT KIND OF THING I KNEW THAT HE HAD NOT DAMAGED ME ALMOST BEFORE SO TO SPEAK I EXAMINED MYSELF TO SEE
phonemes: ɹˈiəli bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə wˈɜːdz wɜːɹ ˌaʊɾəv hɪz lˈɪps ðeɪ wɜːɹ ˈɔf dˌaʊn ðə lˈeɪn lˈaɪk stɹˈiːks ʌv lˈaɪtnɪŋ. ˈɔːl maɪ mˈæn lˈɛft bᵻhˌaɪnd hˌɪm wʌzðə smˈɛl ʌv hɪz hˈɔːɹɪd klˈɔθ. bᵻjˌɔnd dˌɪsɚɹˈeɪndʒɪŋ maɪ hˈæt ænd maɪ hˈɛɹ, ænd ðæt kˈaɪnd ʌv θˈɪŋ, aɪ nˈuː ðæt hiː hæd nˌɑːt dˈæmɪdʒd mˌiː ˈɔːlmoʊst bᵻfˈɔːɹ, sˌoʊ tə spˈiːk, aɪ ɛɡzˈæmɪnd maɪsˈɛlf tə sˈiː.