text_original: It was a flesh wound in the thigh, such an one as usually proved fatal, and while I set him to talking I 272 Half a Centuet. began patcliing scraps of observation into a theory.
text_transcription: IT WAS A FLESH WOUND IN THE THIGH SUCH AN ONE AS USUALLY PROVED FATAL AND WHILE I SET HIM TO TALKING I BEGAN PATCHING SCRAPS OF OBSERVATION INTO A THEORY
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ flˈɛʃ wˈuːnd ɪnðə θˈaɪ, sˈʌtʃ æn wˈʌn æz jˈuːʒuːəli pɹˈuːvd fˈeɪɾəl, ænd wˌaɪl aɪ sˈɛt hˌɪm tə tˈɔːkɪŋ aɪ tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti tˈuː hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntuːt. bɪɡˈæn pˈætkliɪŋ skɹˈæps ʌv ɑːbzɚvˈeɪʃən ˌɪntʊ ɐ θˈiəɹi.