text_original: With a feeling of cold, nervous apprehension such as I have seldom experienced in a rather varied and active life, I turned then to my visitor. He had not moved, save to lift his head. He was staring at me, his eyes fixed in his chalky white face. They were dark, long eyes  abnormally long  and they glittered with a strange, uncanny light. "You are feeling better?" I asked.
text_transcription: WITH A FEELING OF COLD NERVOUS APPREHENSION SUCH AS I HAVE SELDOM EXPERIENCED IN A RATHER VARIED INACTIVE LIFE I TURNED THEN TO MY VISITOR HE HAD NOT MOVED SAVE TO LIFT HIS HEAD HE WAS STARING AT ME HIS EYES FIXED IN HIS CHALKY WHITE FACE THEY WERE DARK LONG EYES ABNORMALLY LONG AND THEY GLITTERED WITH A STRANGE UNCANNY LIGHT YOU ARE FEELING BETTER I ASKED
phonemes: wɪð ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv kˈoʊld, nˈɜːvəs ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən sˈʌtʃ ɐz aɪ hæv sˈɛldəm ɛkspˈiəɹɪənst ɪn ɐ ɹˈæðɚ vˈɛɹid ænd ˈæktɪv lˈaɪf, aɪ tˈɜːnd ðˈɛn tə maɪ vˈɪzɪɾɚ. hiː hæd nˌɑːt mˈuːvd, sˈeɪv tə lˈɪft hɪz hˈɛd. hiː wʌz stˈɛɹɪŋ æt mˌiː, hɪz ˈaɪz fˈɪkst ɪn hɪz tʃˈɔːki wˈaɪt fˈeɪs. ðeɪ wɜː dˈɑːɹk, lˈɔŋ ˈaɪz ɐbnˈɔːɹməli lˈɔŋ ænd ðeɪ ɡlˈɪɾɚd wɪð ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ, ʌŋkˈæni lˈaɪt. "juː ɑːɹ fˈiːlɪŋ bˈɛɾɚ?" aɪ ˈæskt.