text_original: But at length he returned, a silver candlestick in each hand. "Careful," cried the gentleman, petulantly, "you'll drop them." He led the way into the house, and through the hall to a massive door of mahogany with a silver door knob. The grandeur of the place awed me, and well it might.
text_transcription: BUT AT LENGTH HE RETURNED A SILVER CANDLESTICK IN EACH HAND CAREFUL CRIED THE GENTLEMAN PETULANTLY YOU'LL DROP EM HE LED THE WAY INTO THE HOUSE AND THROUGH THE HALL TO A MASSIVE DOOR OF MAHOGANY WITH A SILVER DOORKNOB THE GRANDEUR OF THE PLACE AWED ME AND WELL IT MIGHT
phonemes: bˌʌt æt lˈɛŋθ hiː ɹᵻtˈɜːnd, ɐ sˈɪlvɚ kˈændəlstˌɪk ɪn ˈiːtʃ hˈænd. "kˈɛɹfəl," kɹˈaɪd ðə dʒˈɛntəlmən, pˈɛtʃələntli, "juːl dɹˈɑːp ðˌɛm." hiː lˈɛd ðə wˈeɪ ˌɪntʊ ðə hˈaʊs, ænd θɹuː ðə hˈɔːl tʊ ɐ mˈæsɪv dˈɔːɹ ʌv məhˈɑːɡəni wɪð ɐ sˈɪlvɚ dˈɔːɹ nˈɑːb. ðə ɡɹændˈʊɹ ʌvðə plˈeɪs ˈɔːd mˌiː, ænd wˈɛl ɪt mˈaɪt.