text_original: "More," he whispered. He drank the second glass more slowly, his eyes darting swiftly, curiously, around the room. Then his brilliant, piercing glance fell upon my face.
text_transcription: MORE HE WHISPERED HE DRANK THE SECOND GLASS MORE SLOWLY HIS EYES DARTING SWIFTLY CURIOUSLY AROUND THE ROOM THEN HIS BRILLIANT PIERCING GLANCE FELL UPON MY FACE
phonemes: "mˈɔːɹ," hiː wˈɪspɚd. hiː dɹˈæŋk ðə sˈɛkənd ɡlˈæs mˈɔːɹ slˈoʊli, hɪz ˈaɪz dˈɑːɹɾɪŋ swˈɪftli, kjˈʊɹɹiəsli, ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə ɹˈuːm. ðˈɛn hɪz bɹˈɪliənt, pˈɪɹsɪŋ ɡlˈæns fˈɛl əpˌɑːn maɪ fˈeɪs.