text_original: This was like a clap of thunder to the poor apothecary, who starting back, cried, "Mort de ma vie! vat you tell a me? My vife not at home!"
text_transcription: THIS WAS LIKE A CLAP OF THUNDER TO THE POOR APOTHECARY WHO STARTING BACK CRIED MALTE DE MA VILLE ME MY WIFE NOT AT HOME
phonemes: ðɪs wʌz lˈaɪk ɐ klˈæp ʌv θˈʌndɚ tə ðə pˈʊɹ ɐpˈɑːθɪkˌɛɹi, hˌuː stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ bˈæk, kɹˈaɪd, "mˈɔːɹt də mˈɑː vˈaɪ! vˈæt juː tˈɛl ɐ mˌiː? maɪ vˈaɪf nˌɑːt æt hˈoʊm!"