text_original: His face was white and eager, a typical French face of a certain class, all vivacity and nerves. Just now there was a look on it of painful tension, of something strained, as if a fever burned within. But then, M. Gerbert was apparently, in general, such a mere bundle of nerves that one drifted in the habit of taking it for granted that all his moods were evanescent He looked up at the Englishman towering above him. " I do not follow you."
text_transcription: HIS FACE WAS WHITE AND EAGER A TYPICALRENCH FACE OF A CERTAIN CLASS ALL VIVACITY AND NERVES JUST NOW THERE WAS A LOOK ON IT OF PAINFUL TENSION OF SOMETHING STRAINED AS IF A FEVER BURNED WITHIN BUT THEN MONSIEUR G ALBERT WAS APPARENTLY IN GENERAL SUCH A MERE BUNDLE OF NERVES THAT ONE DRIFTED IN THE HABIT OF TAKING IT FOR GRANTED THAT ALL HIS MOODS WERE EVANESCENT HE LOOKED UP AT THE ENGLISHMAN TOWERING ABOVE HIM I DO NOT FOLLOW YOU
phonemes: hɪz fˈeɪs wʌz wˈaɪt ænd ˈiːɡɚ, ɐ tˈɪpɪkəl fɹˈɛntʃ fˈeɪs əvə sˈɜːʔn̩ klˈæs, ˈɔːl vɪvˈæsᵻɾi ænd nˈɜːvz. dʒˈʌst nˈaʊ ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈʊk ˌɔn ɪɾ ʌv pˈeɪnfəl tˈɛnʃən, ʌv sˈʌmθɪŋ stɹˈeɪnd, æz ɪf ɐ fˈiːvɚ bˈɜːnd wɪðˈɪn. bˌʌt ðˈɛn, ˈɛm. dʒˈɜːbɚt wʌz ɐpˈæɹəntli, ɪn dʒˈɛnɚɹəl, sˈʌtʃ ɐ mˈɪɹ bˈʌndəl ʌv nˈɜːvz ðˈætwˌʌn dɹˈɪftᵻd ɪnðə hˈæbɪt ʌv tˈeɪkɪŋ ɪt fɔːɹ ɡɹˈæntᵻd ðæt ˈɔːl hɪz mˈuːdz wɜːɹ ˌɛvənˈɛsənt hiː lˈʊkt ˌʌp æt ðɪ ˈɪŋɡlɪʃmən tˈaʊɚɹɪŋ əbˈʌv hˌɪm. " aɪ duːnˌɑːt fˈɑːloʊ juː."