text_original: She took the knocker herself, and fluttered it against the door. "You see," said the artist, "they're all alike; these knockers are as stiff as pokers." He again curved his hand over his eyes. Mrs. Pendyce leaned against the door; her knees were trembling violently. '.hat is happening?' she thought.
text_transcription: SHE TOOK THE KNOCKER HERSELF AND FLUTTERED IT AGAINST THE DOOR YOU SEE SAID THE ARTIST THEY'RE ALL ALIKE THESE KNOCKERS ARE AS STIFF AS POKERS HE AGAIN CURVED HIS HAND OVER HIS EYES MISSUS PENDISE LEANED AGAINST THE DOOR HER KNEES WERE TREMBLING VIOLENTLY WHAT'S HAPPENING SHE THOUGHT
phonemes: ʃiː tˈʊk ðə nˈɑːkɚ hɜːsˈɛlf, ænd flˈʌɾɚd ɪɾ ɐɡˈɛnst ðə dˈɔːɹ. "juː sˈiː," sˈɛd ðɪ ˈɑːɹɾɪst, "ðeɪɚɹ ˈɔːl ɐlˈaɪk; ðiːz nˈɑːkɚz ɑːɹ æz stˈɪf æz pˈoʊkɚz." hiː ɐɡˈɛn kˈɜːvd hɪz hˈænd ˌoʊvɚ hɪz ˈaɪz. mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs lˈiːnd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə dˈɔːɹ; hɜː nˈiːz wɜː tɹˈɛmblɪŋ vˈaɪələntli..hˈæt ɪz hˈæpənɪŋ?ʃiː θˈɔːt.