text_original: When my father drew back the bolt of the door he, too, stared and fell back a step. "Come in," said he. "D'ye ken me, Alec?" said the man. He was a tall, spare man like my father, a Scotchman, but his hair was in a cue. "Come in, Duncan," said my father, quietly.
text_transcription: WHEN MY FATHER DREW BACK THE BOLT OF THE DOOR HE TOO STARED AND FELL BACK A STEP COME IN SAID HE YE KILL ME ALEC SAID THE MAN HE WAS A TALL SPARE MAN LIKE MY FATHER A SCOTCHMAN BUT HIS HAIR WAS IN A CUE COME IN DUNCAN SAID MY FATHER QUIETLY
phonemes: wˌɛn maɪ fˈɑːðɚ dɹˈuː bˈæk ðə bˈoʊlt ʌvðə dˈɔːɹ hiː, tˈuː, stˈɛɹd ænd fˈɛl bˈæk ɐ stˈɛp. "kˈʌm ˈɪn," sˈɛd hiː. "djə kˈɛn mˌiː, ˈælɪk?" sˈɛd ðə mˈæn. hiː wʌzɐ tˈɔːl, spˈɛɹ mˈæn lˈaɪk maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, ɐ skˈɑːtʃmən, bˌʌt hɪz hˈɛɹ wʌz ɪn ɐ kjˈuː. "kˈʌm ˈɪn, dˈʌŋkən," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, kwˈaɪətli.