text_original: I was hovering around the skirts of the crowd and seeking for an opening, when a hand pulled me off my feet. "What 'll ye be afther now?" said a voice, which was Terence's.
text_transcription: I WAS HOVERING AROUND THE SKIRTS OF THE CROWD AND SEEKING FOR AN OPENING WHEN A HAND PULLED ME OFF MY FEET WHAT'LL YOU BE AFTER NOW SAID A VOICE WHICH WAS TERENCE'S
phonemes: aɪ wʌz hˈʌvɚɹɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə skˈɜːts ʌvðə kɹˈaʊd ænd sˈiːkɪŋ fɚɹən ˈoʊpənɪŋ, wˌɛn ɐ hˈænd pˈʊld mˌiː ˈɔf maɪ fˈiːt. "wˌʌt ˌɛlˈɛl jiː biː ˈæfðɚ nˈaʊ?" sˈɛd ɐ vˈɔɪs, wˌɪtʃ wʌz tˈɛɹənsᵻz.