text_original: The house was brilliantly 11 162 Half a Centuet. lighted, and at the table, while Clay was talking, and every one in gala day spirits, the light suddenly went out, and what a strange sensation fell on one guest — a feeling of coming evil. There was no re lighting. The gas had failed, pro  phetic of the going out of that brilliant career, and its slow ending in the glimmer of a single candle. CHAPTEK XXXIV.
text_transcription: THE HOUSE WAS BRILLIANTLY LIGHTED AND AT THE TABLE WHILE CLAY WAS TALKING AND EVERYONE IN GALA DAY SPIRITS THE LIGHT SUDDENLY WENT OUT AND WHAT A STRANGE SENSATION FELL ON ONE GUEST A FEELING OF COMING EVIL THERE WAS NO RELIGHTING THE GAS HAD FAILED PROPHETIC OF THE GOING OUT OF THAT BRILLIANT CAREER AND ITS SLOW ENDING IN THE GLIMMER OF A SINGLE CANDLE END OF CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
phonemes: ðə hˈaʊs wʌz bɹˈɪliəntli ɪlˈɛvən wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti tˈuː hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntuːt. lˈaɪɾᵻd, ænd æt ðə tˈeɪbəl, wˌaɪl klˈeɪ wʌz tˈɔːkɪŋ, ænd ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn ɪn ɡˈeɪlə dˈeɪ spˈɪɹɪts, ðə lˈaɪt sˈʌdənli wɛnt ˈaʊt, ænd wʌt ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ sɛnsˈeɪʃən fˈɛl ˌɔn wˈʌn ɡˈɛst — ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv kˈʌmɪŋ ˈiːvəl. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ ɹˌiː lˈaɪɾɪŋ. ðə ɡˈæs hæd fˈeɪld, pɹˈoʊ fˈɛɾɪk ʌvðə ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv ðæt bɹˈɪliənt kɚɹˈɪɹ, ænd ɪts slˈoʊ ˈɛndɪŋ ɪnðə ɡlˈɪmɚɹ əvə sˈɪŋɡəl kˈændəl. tʃˈæptɛk ɹˌoʊmən θˈɜːɾi fˈɔːɹ.