text_original: In the dim light let into the farther room we saw a four poster bed, old and cheap, with ragged curtains. It was this that I had struck in my groping. "The chief killed Cram there," said Nick, in an awed voice, "in that bed. What do you want to do here, Davy?"
text_transcription: IN THE DIM LIGHT LED INTO THE FARTHER ROOM WE SAW A FOUR POSTER BED OLD AND CHEAP WITH RAGGED CURTAINS IT WAS THIS THAT I HAD STRUCK IN MY GROPING THE CHIEF KILLED CRAM THERE SAID NICK IN AN AWED VOICE IN THAT BED WHAT D'YE WANTA DO HERE DAVY
phonemes: ɪnðə dˈɪm lˈaɪt lˈɛt ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈɑːɹðɚ ɹˈuːm wiː sˈɔː ɐ fˈɔːɹ pˈoʊstɚ bˈɛd, ˈoʊld ænd tʃˈiːp, wɪð ɹˈæɡᵻd kˈɜːtənz. ɪt wʌz ðɪs ðæt aɪ hæd stɹˈʌk ɪn maɪ ɡɹˈoʊpɪŋ. "ðə tʃˈiːf kˈɪld kɹˈæm ðˈɛɹ," sˈɛd nˈɪk, ɪn ɐn ˈɔːd vˈɔɪs, "ɪn ðæt bˈɛd. wˌʌt dˈuː juː wˈɔnt tə dˈuː hˈɪɹ, dˈeɪvi?"