text_original: But it was old Groome. It was impossible — out of the stories — that there could be in existence two men so much alike, though when I observed him closely I per  ceived that in his eyes there was a new light and fire — I had almost written a new intelligence.
text_transcription: BUT IT WAS OLD GROOM IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE OUT OF THE STORIES THAT THERE COULD BE IN EXISTENCE TWO MEN SO MUCH ALIKE THOUGH WHEN I OBSERVED HIM CLOSELY I PERCEIVED THAT IN HIS EYES THERE WAS A NEW LIGHT AND FIRE I HAD ALMOST WRITTEN A NEW INTELLIGENCE
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪt wʌz ˈoʊld ɡɹˈuːm. ɪt wʌz ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl — ˌaʊɾəv ðə stˈɔːɹiz — ðæt ðɛɹ kʊd biː ɪn ɛɡzˈɪstəns tˈuː mˈɛn sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ɐlˈaɪk, ðˌoʊ wɛn aɪ əbzˈɜːvd hˌɪm klˈoʊsli aɪ pɜː sˈiːvd ðæt ɪn hɪz ˈaɪz ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ nˈuː lˈaɪt ænd fˈaɪɚ — aɪ hæd ˈɔːlmoʊst ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɐ nˈuː ɪntˈɛlɪdʒəns.