text_original: The oilskin writhed and twisted, surged and heaved, in a fashion that was anything but pleasant to behold. " You look at me ! See here ! " The stranger dashed the knife he held into his own breast, or he seemed to. He cut the oilskin open from top to bottom.
text_transcription: THE OILSKIN WRITHED AND TWISTED SEARCHED AND HEAVED IN A FASHION THAT WAS ANYTHING BUT PLEASANT TO BEHOLD YOU LOOK AT ME SEE HERE THE STRANGER DASHED THE KNIFE HE HELD INTO HIS OWN BREAST OR HE SEEMED TO HE CUT THE OIL SKIN OPEN FROM TOP TO BOTTOM
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɔɪlskɪn ɹˈaɪðd ænd twˈɪstᵻd, sˈɜːdʒd ænd hˈiːvd, ɪn ɐ fˈæʃən ðæt wʌz ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ bˌʌt plˈɛzənt tə bᵻhˈoʊld. " juː lˈʊk æt mˌiː ! sˈiː hˈɪɹ ! " ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ dˈæʃt ðə nˈaɪf hiː hˈɛld ˌɪntʊ hɪz ˈoʊn bɹˈɛst, ɔːɹ hiː sˈiːmd tuː. hiː kˈʌt ðɪ ˈɔɪlskɪn ˈoʊpən fɹʌm tˈɑːp tə bˈɑːɾəm.