text_original: My conductor, after having kicked with his heel for some time against the wainscot, began: "So there's no legacy, friend, ha!—here's an old succubus; but somebody's soul howls for it, d—n me!" The parson of the parish, who was one of the executors, and had acted as ghostly director to the old man, no sooner heard this exclamation than he cried out, "Avaunt, unchristian reviler!
text_transcription: MY CONDUCTOR AFTER HAVING KICKED WITH HIS HEEL FOR SOME TIME AGAINST THE WAINSCOT BEGAN SO THERE'S NO LEGACY FRIEND HA HERE'S AN OLD SUCCOBUS BUT SOMEBODY'S SOUL OWLS FOR IT DAMN ME THE PARSON OF THE PARISH WHO WAS ONE OF THE EXECUTORS AND HAD ACTED AS GHOSTLY DIRECTOR TO THE OLD MAN NO SOONER HEARD THIS EXCLAMATION THAN HE CRIED OUT AVONT UNCHRISTIAN REVILER
phonemes: maɪ kəndˈʌktɚ, ˈæftɚ hˌævɪŋ kˈɪkt wɪð hɪz hˈiːl fɔːɹ sˌʌm tˈaɪm ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈeɪnskɑːt, bɪɡˈæn: "sˌoʊ ðɛɹz nˈoʊ lˈɛɡəsi, fɹˈɛnd, hˈɑː!—hˈɪɹz ɐn ˈoʊld sˈʌkjuːbəs; bˌʌt sˈʌmbɑːdiz sˈoʊl hˈaʊlz fɔːɹ ɪt, dˈiː—ˈɛn mˌiː!" ðə pˈɑːɹsən ʌvðə pˈæɹɪʃ, hˌuː wʌz wˈʌn ʌvðɪ ɛɡzˈɛkjuːɾɚz, ænd hæd ˈæktᵻd æz ɡˈoʊstli dᵻɹˈɛktɚ tə ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn, nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ hˈɜːd ðɪs ɛksklɐmˈeɪʃən ðɐn hiː kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt, "ˈævɔːnt, ʌŋkɹˈɪstʃən ɹᵻvˈaɪlɚ!