text_original: The master must be up or out, she said. But pushing back the panels of the en  < WUTHERING HEIGHTS: 277 closed bed, she found him there, laid on his back, his open eyes keen and fierce ; quite still, though his face and throat were washed with rain ; quite still, with a frightful, lifelike gaze of exultation under his brows, with parted lips and sharp white teeth that sneered — quite still and harm  less now ; dead and stark.
text_transcription: THE MASTER MUST BE UP AND OUT SHE SAID BUT PUSHING BACK THE PANELS OF THE ENCLOSED BED SHE FOUND HIM THERE LAID ON HIS BACK HIS OPEN EYES KEEN AND FIERCE QUITE STILL THOUGH HIS FACE AND THROAT WERE WASHED WITH RAIN QUITE STILL WITH A FRIGHTFUL LIFELIKE GAZE OF EXULTATION UNDER HIS BROWS WITH PARTED LIPS AND SHARP WHITE TEETH THAT SNEERED QUITE STILL AND HARMLESS NOW DEAD AND STARK
phonemes: ðə mˈæstɚ mˈʌst biː ˌʌp ɔːɹ ˈaʊt, ʃiː sˈɛd. bˌʌt pˈʊʃɪŋ bˈæk ðə pˈænəlz ʌvðɪ ˈɛn wˈʌðɚɹɪŋ hˈaɪts: tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən klˈoʊzd bˈɛd, ʃiː fˈaʊnd hˌɪm ðˈɛɹ, lˈeɪd ˌɔn hɪz bˈæk, hɪz ˈoʊpən ˈaɪz kˈiːn ænd fˈɪɹs ; kwˈaɪt stˈɪl, ðˌoʊ hɪz fˈeɪs ænd θɹˈoʊt wɜː wˈɑːʃt wɪð ɹˈeɪn ; kwˈaɪt stˈɪl, wɪð ɐ fɹˈaɪtfəl, lˈaɪflaɪk ɡˈeɪz ʌv ɛɡzəltˈeɪʃən ˌʌndɚ hɪz bɹˈaʊz, wɪð pˈɑːɹɾᵻd lˈɪps ænd ʃˈɑːɹp wˈaɪt tˈiːθ ðæt snˈɪɹd — kwˈaɪt stˈɪl ænd hˈɑːɹm lˈɛs nˈaʊ ; dˈɛd ænd stˈɑːɹk.