text_original: Who— what — could it be? An inmate of the Blue  beard's Chamber? What shape of horror would it Digitized by A VISION OF THE NIGHT. 11T take? Why did Pollie sleep so soundly? In my awful helplessness inwardly I raged. The rats heard ; already they were flying for their lives. Why did she not hear? Would nothing rouse her from her slumbers
text_transcription: WHO WHAT COULD IT BE AN INMATE OF THE BLUEBEARDS CHAMBER WHAT SHAPE OF HORROR WOULD IT TAKE WHY DID POLLY SLEEP SO SOUNDLY IN MY AWFUL HELPLESSNESS INWARDLY I RAGED THE REDS HURT ALREADY THEY WERE FLYING FOR THEIR LIVES WHY DID SHE NOT HEAR WOULD NOTHING ROUSE HER FROM HER SLUMBERS
phonemes: hˈuː— wˌʌt — kʊd ɪt bˈiː? ɐn ˈɪnmeɪt ʌvðə blˈuː bˈɪɹdz tʃˈeɪmbɚ? wˌʌt ʃˈeɪp ʌv hˈɔɹɚ wʊd ɪt dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ ɐ vˈɪʒən ʌvðə nˈaɪt. ɪlˈɛvən tˈiː tˈeɪk? wˌaɪ dˈɪd pˈɑːli slˈiːp sˌoʊ sˈaʊndli? ɪn maɪ ˈɔːfəl hˈɛlpləsnəs ˈɪnwɚdli aɪ ɹˈeɪdʒd. ðə ɹˈæts hˈɜːd ; ɔːlɹˌɛdi ðeɪ wɜː flˈaɪɪŋ fɔːɹ ðɛɹ lˈaɪvz. wˌaɪ dˈɪd ʃiː nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ? wʊd nˈʌθɪŋ ɹˈaʊz hɜː fɹʌm hɜː slˈʌmbɚz