text_original: It was a dark, lowering night, and spitting rain. "And leave me defenceless!" she cried. "You do not stir, sir." "It is a pity," said Mr. Mason  he was goaded to it, I suppose  "'tis a pity Mr. Riddle did not come to night." She shot at him a withering look, for even in her fear she would brook no liberties. Nick spoke up:   "I will go," said he; "I can get through the woods to Fanning Hall  " "And I will go with him," I said.
text_transcription: IT WAS A DARK LOWERING NIGHT AND SPITTING RAIN AND LEAVE ME DEFENCELESS SHE CRIED YOU DO NOT STIR SIR IT IS A PITY SAID MISTER MASON HE WAS GOADED GOOD I SUPPOSE TIS A PITY MISTER RIDDLE DID NOT COME TO NIGHT SHE SHOT AT HIM A WITHERING LOOK FOR EVEN IN HER FIGURE SHE WOULD BROOK NO LIBERTIES NICK SPOKE UP I WILL GO SAID HE I CAN GET THROUGH THE WOODS TO FANNING HALL AND I'LL GO WITH HIM I SAID
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ dˈɑːɹk, lˈoʊɚɹɪŋ nˈaɪt, ænd spˈɪɾɪŋ ɹˈeɪn. "ænd lˈiːv mˌiː dᵻfˈɛnsləs!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd. "juː duːnˌɑːt stˈɜː, sˌɜː." "ɪɾ ɪz ɐ pˈɪɾi," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪsən hiː wʌz ɡˈoʊdᵻd tʊ ɪt, aɪ səpˈoʊz  "tˈɪz ɐ pˈɪɾi mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl dɪdnˌɑːt kˈʌm tə nˈaɪt." ʃiː ʃˈɑːt æt hˌɪm ɐ wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ lˈʊk, fɔːɹ ˈiːvən ɪn hɜː fˈɪɹ ʃiː wʊd bɹˈʊk nˈoʊ lˈɪbɚɾiz. nˈɪk spˈoʊk ˈʌp:   "aɪ wɪl ɡˈoʊ," sˈɛd hiː; "aɪ kæn ɡɛt θɹuː ðə wˈʊdz tə fˈænɪŋ hˈɔːl  " "ænd aɪ wɪl ɡˈoʊ wɪð hˌɪm," aɪ sˈɛd.