text_original: " When at last I was compelled to leave, he quietly drew from his coat sleeve a carving knife, placed it on the table, and, holding me by both hands, said that, having given up all hopes of ever seeing me again, he imagined when my message came that it was a call from Satan.
text_transcription: WHEN AT LAST I WAS COMPELLED TO LEAVE HE QUIETLY DREW FROM HIS COAT SLEEVE A CARVING KNIFE PLACED IT ON THE TABLE AND HOLDING ME BY BOTH HANDS SAID THAT HAVING GIVEN UP ALL HOPES OF EVER SEEING ME AGAIN HE IMAGINED WHEN MY MESSAGE CAME THAT IT WAS A CALL FROM SATAN
phonemes: " wˌɛn æt lˈæst aɪ wʌz kəmpˈɛld tə lˈiːv, hiː kwˈaɪətli dɹˈuː fɹʌm hɪz kˈoʊt slˈiːv ɐ kˈɑːɹvɪŋ nˈaɪf, plˈeɪst ɪɾ ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl, ænd, hˈoʊldɪŋ mˌiː baɪ bˈoʊθ hˈændz, sˈɛd ðˈæt, hˌævɪŋ ɡˈɪvən ˌʌp ˈɔːl hˈoʊps ʌv ˈɛvɚ sˈiːɪŋ mˌiː ɐɡˈɛn, hiː ɪmˈædʒɪnd wɛn maɪ mˈɛsɪdʒ kˈeɪm ðˌɐɾɪt wʌzɐ kˈɔːl fɹʌm sˈeɪtən.