text_original: There were no words that would come with honesty. But I pulled him down on the mahogany settle near the door which led into the back gallery, and there we sat huddled together in silence, while the storm raged furiously outside and the draughts banged the great doors of the house.
text_transcription: THERE WERE NO WORDS THAT WOULD COME WITH HONESTY BUT I PULLED HIM DOWN ON THE MAHOGANY SETTLE NEAR THE DOOR WHICH LED INTO THE BACK GALLERY AND THERE WE SAT HUDDLED TOGETHER IN SILENCE WHILE THE STORM RAGED FURIOUSLY OUTSIDE AND THE DRAUGHTS BANGED THE GREAT DOORS OF THE HOUSE
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈoʊ wˈɜːdz ðæt wʊd kˈʌm wɪð ˈɑːnɪsti. bˌʌt aɪ pˈʊld hˌɪm dˌaʊn ɔnðə məhˈɑːɡəni sˈɛɾəl nˌɪɹ ðə dˈɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ lˈɛd ˌɪntʊ ðə bˈæk ɡˈælɚɹi, ænd ðɛɹ wiː sˈæt hˈʌdəld təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɪn sˈaɪləns, wˌaɪl ðə stˈɔːɹm ɹˈeɪdʒd fjˈʊɹɹiəsli aʊtsˈaɪd ænd ðə dɹˈæfts bˈæŋɡd ðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˈɔːɹz ʌvðə hˈaʊs.