text_original: It was nearly nine o'clock, and quite dark, when they turned towards the Madeleine again, on the way back to the Porte St. Martin. They had not gone far when Mr. Vane stopped, sud  denly confronted by two young men who were walking arm in arm. UPON THE THRESHOLD OF A GREAT SORROW. 87 " Hulloa ! " one of them cried in French, " you have served us a handsome trick, my friend."
text_transcription: IT WAS NEARLY NINE O'CLOCK AND QUITE DARK WHEN THEY TURNED TOWARDS THE MADELEINE AGAIN ON THE WAY BACK TO THE PORTE SAINT MARTIN THEY HAD NOT GONE FAR WHEN MISTER VANE STOPPED SUDDENLY CONFRONTED BY TWO YOUNG MEN WHO WERE WALKING ARM IN ARM HALLOA ONE OF THEM CRIED IN FRENCH YOU HAVE SERVED US A HANDSOME TRICK MY FRIEND
phonemes: ɪt wʌz nˌɪɹli nˈaɪn əklˈɑːk, ænd kwˈaɪt dˈɑːɹk, wˌɛn ðeɪ tˈɜːnd təwˈɔːɹdz ðə mˈædəlɪn ɐɡˈɛn, ɔnðə wˈeɪ bˈæk tə ðə pˈɔːɹt sənt. mˈɑːɹtɪn. ðeɪ hæd nˌɑːt ɡɔn fˈɑːɹ wɛn mˈɪstɚ. vˈeɪn stˈɑːpt, sˈʌd dˈɛnli kənfɹˈʌntᵻd baɪ tˈuː jˈʌŋ mˈɛn hˌuː wɜː wˈɔːkɪŋ ˈɑːɹm ɪn ˈɑːɹm. əpˌɑːn ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld əvə ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ. ˈeɪɾi sˈɛvən " hʌlˈoʊə ! " wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm kɹˈaɪd ɪn fɹˈɛntʃ, " juː hæv sˈɜːvd ˌʌs ɐ hˈændsʌm tɹˈɪk, maɪ fɹˈɛnd."