text_original: Jack was peering through the hole in the hedge, looking for a chance of escape. Mr. Brooke Hoskyn put his head slily round the corner of the Gazebo—and, sure enough, just as he had suspected—there was a young man!
text_transcription: JACK WAS PEERING THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE HEDGE LOOKING FOR A CHANCE OF ESCAPE MISTER BROOK HOSKIN PUT HIS HEAD SLYLY ROUND THE CORNER OF THE GAZEBO AND SURE ENOUGH JUST AS HE HAD SUSPECTED THERE WAS A YOUNG MAN
phonemes: dʒˈæk wʌz pˈɪɹɪŋ θɹuː ðə hˈoʊl ɪnðə hˈɛdʒ, lˈʊkɪŋ fɚɹə tʃˈæns ʌv ɛskˈeɪp. mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn pˌʊt hɪz hˈɛd slˈaɪli ɹˈaʊnd ðə kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðə ɡɐzˈiːboʊ—ænd, ʃˈʊɹ ɪnˈʌf, dʒˈʌst æz hiː hæd səspˈɛktᵻd—ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ jˈʌŋ mˈæn!