text_original: Knife in hand, I crept slowly about, and put my fingers on a man's neck and side. Next Polly Ann careened against me, and I lost him again. "Davy, Davy," I heard her gasp, "look out fer the floor!" It was too late. The puncheon rose under me, I stumbled, and it fell again.
text_transcription: KNIFE IN HAND I CREPT SLOWLY ABOUT AND PUT MY FINGERS ON A MAN'S NECK AND SIGHED NEXT POLLYANN CAREENED AGAINST ME AND I LOST HIM AGAIN DAVY DAVY I HEARD HER GASP LOOK OUT FOR THE FLOOR IT WAS TOO LATE THE PUNCHEON ROSE UNDER ME I STUMBLED AND IT FELL AGAIN
phonemes: nˈaɪf ɪn hˈænd, aɪ kɹˈɛpt slˈoʊli ɐbˈaʊt, ænd pˌʊt maɪ fˈɪŋɡɚz ˌɔn ɐ mˈænz nˈɛk ænd sˈaɪd. nˈɛkst pˈɑːli ˈæn kɚɹˈiːnd ɐɡˈɛnst mˌiː, ænd aɪ lˈɔst hˌɪm ɐɡˈɛn. "dˈeɪvi, dˈeɪvi," aɪ hˈɜːd hɜː ɡˈæsp, "lˈʊk ˈaʊt fˈɜː ðə flˈɔːɹ!" ɪt wʌz tˈuː lˈeɪt. ðə pˈʌntʃən ɹˈoʊz ˈʌndɚ mˌiː, aɪ stˈʌmbəld, ænd ɪt fˈɛl ɐɡˈɛn.