text_original: But about one thing there could be no mistake whatever — my ears did not play me false, I heard it too distinctly — the sound made by a person who settles himself between the sheets, and then the measured respiration of one who com  poses himself to slumber.
text_transcription: BUT ABOUT ONE THING THERE COULD BE NO MISTAKE WHATEVER MY EARS DID NOT PLAY ME FAULTS I HEARD IT TOO DISTINCTLY THE SOUND MADE BY A PERSON WHO SETTLES HIMSELF BETWEEN THE SHEETS AND THEN THE MEASURED RESPIRATION OF ONE WHO COMPOSES HIMSELF TO SLUMBER
phonemes: bˌʌt ɐbˌaʊt wˈʌn θˈɪŋ ðɛɹ kʊd biː nˈoʊ mɪstˈeɪk wʌtˈɛvɚ — maɪ ˈɪɹz dɪdnˌɑːt plˈeɪ mˌiː fˈɔls, aɪ hˈɜːd ɪt tˈuː dɪstˈɪŋktli — ðə sˈaʊnd mˌeɪd baɪ ɐ pˈɜːsən hˌuː sˈɛɾəlz hɪmsˈɛlf bᵻtwˌiːn ðə ʃˈiːts, ænd ðˈɛn ðə mˈɛʒɚd ɹˌɛspᵻɹˈeɪʃən ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː kˈɑːm pˈoʊzᵻz hɪmsˈɛlf tə slˈʌmbɚ.