text_original: He cannot easily touch his face, his arms being bound. 329 FRANCE On the steps of a church, awaiting the coming up of the tumbrels, stands the spy and prison sheep. He looks into the first of them: not there. He looks into the second: not there.
text_transcription: HE CANNOT EASILY TOUCH HIS FACE HIS ARMS BEING BOUND ON THE STEPS OF A CHURCH AWAITING THE COMING UP OF THE TUMBRILS STANDS THE SPY AND PRISON SHEEP HE LOOKS INTO THE FIRST OF THEM NOT THERE HE LOOKS INTO THE SECOND NOT THERE
phonemes: hiː kænˈɑːt ˈiːzili tˈʌtʃ hɪz fˈeɪs, hɪz ˈɑːɹmz bˌiːɪŋ bˈaʊnd. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti nˈaɪn fɹˈæns ɔnðə stˈɛps əvə tʃˈɜːtʃ, ɐwˈeɪɾɪŋ ðə kˈʌmɪŋ ˌʌp ʌvðə tˈʌmbɹəlz, stˈændz ðə spˈaɪ ænd pɹˈɪzən ʃˈiːp. hiː lˈʊks ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈɜːst ʌv ðˌɛm: nˌɑːt ðˈɛɹ. hiː lˈʊks ˌɪntʊ ðə sˈɛkənd: nˌɑːt ðˈɛɹ.