text_original: 4e not smile, but pity me, for, once or twice, liftiog my eyes from the paper, I have seen eyes glare throngh a glass door opposite my chsir, and bloody hands shook at me.
text_transcription: NOT SMILE BUT PITY ME FOR ONCE OR TWICE LIFTING MY EYES FROM THE PAPER I HAVE SEEN EYES GLARE THROUGH A GLASS DOOR OPPOSITE MY CHAIR AND BLOODY HANDS SHOOK AT ME
phonemes: fˈɔːɹ ˈiː nˌɑːt smˈaɪl, bˌʌt pˈɪɾi mˌiː, fɔːɹ, wˈʌns ɔːɹ twˈaɪs, lˈɪftɪˌɑːɡ maɪ ˈaɪz fɹʌmðə pˈeɪpɚ, aɪ hæv sˈiːn ˈaɪz ɡlˈɛɹ θɹˈɔŋ ɐ ɡlˈæs dˈɔːɹ ˈɑːpəzˌɪt maɪ sˌiːˈeɪtʃsˈɜː, ænd blˈʌdi hˈændz ʃˈʊk æt mˌiː.