text_original: "Oh no," said the artist; "it's a studio. The light's all wrong. I wonder if you would mind standing just as you are for one second; it would help me a lot!" He moved back and curved his hand over his eyes, and through Mrs. Pendyce there passed a shiver. '.hy doesn't George open the door?' she thought. 'What  what is this man doing?' The artist dropped his hand. "Thanks so much!" he said. "I'll knock again. There!
text_transcription: OH NO SAID THE ARTIST IT'S A STUDIO DELIGHT'S ALL WRONG I WONDER IF YOU'D MIND STANDING JUST AS YOU ARE FOR ONE SECOND IT WOULD HELP ME A LOT HE MOVED BACK AND CURVED HIS HAND OVER HIS EYES AND THROUGH MISSUS PENDISE THERE PASSED A SHIVER WHY DOESN'T GEORGE OPEN THE DOOR SHE BALKED WHAT IS THIS MAN DOING THE ARTIST DROPPED HIS HAND THANK SO MUCH HE SAID I'LL KNOCK AGAIN THERE
phonemes: "ˈoʊ nˈoʊ," sˈɛd ðɪ ˈɑːɹɾɪst; "ɪts ɐ stˈuːdɪˌoʊ. ðə lˈaɪts ˈɔːl ɹˈɔŋ. aɪ wˈʌndɚ ɪf juː wʊd mˈaɪnd stˈændɪŋ dʒˈʌst æz juː ɑːɹ fɔːɹ wˈʌn sˈɛkənd; ɪt wʊd hˈɛlp mˌiː ɐ lˈɑːt!" hiː mˈuːvd bˈæk ænd kˈɜːvd hɪz hˈænd ˌoʊvɚ hɪz ˈaɪz, ænd θɹuː mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs ðɛɹ pˈæst ɐ ʃˈɪvɚ..hˈaɪ dˈʌzənt dʒˈɔːɹdʒ ˈoʊpən ðə dˈɔːɹ?ʃiː θˈɔːt. wˌʌt wʌt ɪz ðɪs mˈæn dˈuːɪŋ?ðɪ ˈɑːɹɾɪst dɹˈɑːpt hɪz hˈænd. "θˈæŋks sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ!" hiː sˈɛd. "aɪl nˈɑːk ɐɡˈɛn. ðˈɛɹ!