text_original: "Harry Riddle," cried the boy, "I'll ride steeplechases and beat you some day." "Hush, Nick," cried the lady, petulantly, "I'll have no nerves left me." She turned to the letter again, holding it very near to her eyes, and made a wry face of impatience.
text_transcription: HAIRY RIDDLE CRIED THE BOY I'LL RIDE STEEPLE CHASES AND BEAT YOU SOME DAY HUSH NICK CRIED THE LADY PETULANTLY I'LL HAVE NO NERVES LEFT ME SHE TURNED TO THE LETTER AGAIN HOLDING IT VERY NEAR TO HER EYES AND MADE A WRY FACE OF IMPATIENCE
phonemes: "hˈæɹi ɹˈɪdəl," kɹˈaɪd ðə bˈɔɪ, "aɪl ɹˈaɪd stˈiːplɪtʃˌeɪsᵻz ænd bˈiːt juː sˌʌm dˈeɪ." "hˈʌʃ, nˈɪk," kɹˈaɪd ðə lˈeɪdi, pˈɛtʃələntli, "aɪl hæv nˈoʊ nˈɜːvz lˈɛft mˌiː." ʃiː tˈɜːnd tə ðə lˈɛɾɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn, hˈoʊldɪŋ ɪt vˈɛɹi nˌɪɹ tə hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ænd mˌeɪd ɐ ɹˈaɪ fˈeɪs ʌv ɪmpˈeɪʃəns.