text_original: Once, in the vehemence of his speech, he raised his arm, the folds of his cloak became loosened, and I saw a sword glitter beneath it. I left him in the Armoury, nor have I entered it since. The wood is all my own again.
text_transcription: ONCE IN THE VEHEMENCE OF HIS SPEECH HE RAISED HIS ARM THE FOLDS OF HIS CLOAK BECAME LOOSENED AND I SAW A SWORD GLITTER BENEATH IT I LEFT HIM IN THE ARMORY NOR HAVE I ENTERED IT SINCE THE WOOD IS ALL MY OWN AGAIN
phonemes: wˈʌns, ɪnðə vˈiəməns ʌv hɪz spˈiːtʃ, hiː ɹˈeɪzd hɪz ˈɑːɹm, ðə fˈoʊldz ʌv hɪz klˈoʊk bɪkˌeɪm lˈuːsənd, ænd aɪ sˈɔː ɐ sˈɔːɹd ɡlˈɪɾɚ bᵻnˈiːθ ɪt. aɪ lˈɛft hˌɪm ɪnðɪ ˈɑːɹmɜːɹi, nˈɔːɹ hæv aɪ ˈɛntɚd ɪt sˈɪns. ðə wˈʊd ɪz ˈɔːl maɪ ˈoʊn ɐɡˈɛn.