text_original: B ! B Beverly!   blazes!  square!  number  Fire!" "That'll do," said the fireman, at once releasing the temporary maniac, and going to a book where he calmly made an entry of the name of the square, the hour of the night, and the nature of the call. Two lines sufficed. Then he rose, put on his helmet, and thrust a small hatchet into his belt, just as the engine was dragged to the door of the station.
text_transcription: BEVERLY BLAZZEN SQUARE NUMBER FIRE THAT'LL DO SAID THE FIREMAN AT ONCE RELEASING THE TEMPORARY MANIAC AND GOING TO A BOOK WHERE HE CALMLY MADE AN ENTRY OF THE NAME OF THE SQUARE THE HOUR OF THE NIGHT AND THE NATURE OF THE CALL TWO LINES SUFFICED THEN HE ROSE PUT ON HIS HELMET AND THRUST A SMALL HATCHET INTO HIS BELT JUST AS THE ENGINE WAS DRAGGED TO THE DOOR OF THE STATION
phonemes: bˈiː ! bˈiː bˈɛvɚli!   blˈeɪzᵻz!  skwˈɛɹ!  nˈʌmbɚ fˈaɪɚ!" "ðˌæɾəl dˈuː," sˈɛd ðə fˈaɪɚmən, ɐtwˈʌns ɹᵻlˈiːsɪŋ ðə tˈɛmpɚɹˌɛɹi mˈeɪnɪˌæk, ænd ɡˌoʊɪŋ tʊ ɐ bˈʊk wˌɛɹ hiː kˈɑːmli mˌeɪd ɐn ˈɛntɹi ʌvðə nˈeɪm ʌvðə skwˈɛɹ, ðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌvðə nˈaɪt, ænd ðə nˈeɪtʃɚɹ ʌvðə kˈɔːl. tˈuː lˈaɪnz səfˈaɪst. ðˈɛn hiː ɹˈoʊz, pˌʊt ˌɔn hɪz hˈɛlmɪt, ænd θɹˈʌst ɐ smˈɔːl hˈætʃɪt ˌɪntʊ hɪz bˈɛlt, dʒˈʌst æz ðɪ ˈɛndʒɪn wʌz dɹˈæɡd tə ðə dˈɔːɹ ʌvðə stˈeɪʃən.