text_original: She found the rusty handle of a bell amongst the creeper leaves, and pulled it. A cracked metallic tinkle answered her, but no one came; only a faint sound as of someone pacing to and fro.
text_transcription: SHE FOUND THE RUSTY HANDLE OF A BELL AMONGST THE CREEPER LEAVES AND PULLED IT A CRACKED METALLIC TINKLE ANSWERED HER BUT NO ONE CAME ONLY A FAINT SOUND AS OF SOME ONE PACING TO AND FRO
phonemes: ʃiː fˈaʊnd ðə ɹˈʌsti hˈændəl əvə bˈɛl ɐmˌʌŋst ðə kɹˈiːpɚ lˈiːvz, ænd pˈʊld ɪt. ɐ kɹˈækt mətˈælɪk tˈɪŋkəl ˈænsɚd hɜː, bˌʌt nˈoʊwˈʌn kˈeɪm; ˈoʊnli ɐ fˈeɪnt sˈaʊnd æz ʌv sˈʌmwʌn pˈeɪsɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ.