text_original: And the glance of his blue eyes, ordi  narily cold and keen, seeming to penetrate one's most secret thoughts, this glance, always on guard, always ironic, took on an expression of affectionate veneration for him whom he called ^'our dear and great Pasteur."
text_transcription: AND THE GLANCE OF HIS BLUE EYES ORDINARILY COLD AND KEEN SEEMING TO PENETRATE ONE'S MOST SECRET THOUGHTS THIS GLANCE ALWAYS ON GUARD ALWAYS IRONIC TOOK ON AN EXPRESSION OF AFFECTIONATE VENERATION FOR HIM WHOM HE CALLED OUR DEAR AND GREAT PASTUR
phonemes: ænd ðə ɡlˈæns ʌv hɪz blˈuː ˈaɪz, ˈɔːɹdi nˈɛɹili kˈoʊld ænd kˈiːn, sˈiːmɪŋ tə pˈɛnɪtɹˌeɪt wˈʌnz mˈoʊst sˈiːkɹᵻt θˈɔːts, ðɪs ɡlˈæns, ˈɔːlweɪz ˌɔn ɡˈɑːɹd, ˈɔːlweɪz aɪɹˈɑːnɪk, tˈʊk ˌɔn ɐn ɛkspɹˈɛʃən ʌv ɐfˈɛkʃənət vˌɛnɚɹˈeɪʃən fɔːɹ hˌɪm hˈuːm hiː kˈɔːld ˌaʊɚ dˈɪɹ ænd ɡɹˈeɪt pæstˈʊɹ."