text_original: "No! I'll be damned in hell if I know anything about the man! No single thing about him more than everybody knows! Must not I even warm my hands but I am charged with blasphemies?" . . . —His face convulses as the morning cock that moment crows, And he stops, and turns, and goes.
text_transcription: NO I'LL BE DAMNED IN HELL IF I KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE MAN NO SINGLE THING ABOUT HIM MORE THAN EVERYBODY KNOWS MUST NOT I EVEN WARM MY HANDS BUT I AM CHARGED WITH BLASPHEMIES HIS FACE CONVULSES AS THE MORNING COCK THAT MOMENT CROWS AND HE STOPS AND TURNS AND GOES
phonemes: "nˈoʊ! aɪl biː dˈæmd ɪn hˈɛl ɪf aɪ nˈoʊ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ðə mˈæn! nˈoʊ sˈɪŋɡəl θˈɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt hˌɪm mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ˈɛvɹɪbˌɑːdi nˈoʊz! mˈʌst nˌɑːt aɪ ˈiːvən wˈɔːɹm maɪ hˈændz bˌʌt aɪɐm tʃˈɑːɹdʒd wɪð blˈæsfəmiz?" . . . —hɪz fˈeɪs kənvˈʌlsᵻz æz ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ kˈɑːk ðæt mˈoʊmənt kɹˈoʊz, ænd hiː stˈɑːps, ænd tˈɜːnz, ænd ɡˈoʊz.