text_original: You little scoundrel," cried Mr. Riddle, advancing again, "you've frightened your mother nearly to a swoon." "Serves her right," said Nick. "What!" cried Mr. Riddle. "Come down from there instantly." Nick raised his whip.
text_transcription: YOU LITTLE SCOUNDREL CRIED MISTER RIDDLE ADVANCING AGAIN YOU'VE FRIGHTENED YOUR MOTHER NEARLY TO A SWOON SERVES HER RIGHT SAID NICK WHAT CRIED MISTER RIDDLE COME DOWN FROM THERE INSTANTLY NICK RAISED HIS WHIP
phonemes: juː lˈɪɾəl skˈaʊndɹəl," kɹˈaɪd mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl, ɐdvˈænsɪŋ ɐɡˈɛn, "juːv fɹˈaɪʔn̩d jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ nˌɪɹli tʊ ɐ swˈuːn." "sˈɜːvz hɜː ɹˈaɪt," sˈɛd nˈɪk. "wˌʌt!" kɹˈaɪd mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl. "kˈʌm dˌaʊn fɹʌm ðɛɹ ˈɪnstəntli." nˈɪk ɹˈeɪzd hɪz wˈɪp.