text_original: Meanwhile, Biddy, having consulted a slate that hung in the corner, told us our reckoning came to 8s. 7d. "Eight shillings and seven pence!" cried Strap, "'tis impossible! you must be mistaken, young woman."
text_transcription: MEANWHILE BIDDY HAVING CONSULTED A SLATE THAT HUNG IN THE CORNER TOLD US OUR RECKONING CAME TO EIGHT SHILLINGS SEVENPENCE EIGHT SHILLINGS AND SEVEN PENCE CRIED STRAP TIS IMPOSSIBLE YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN YOUNG WOMAN
phonemes: mˈiːnwaɪl, bˈɪdi, hˌævɪŋ kənsˈʌltᵻd ɐ slˈeɪt ðæt hˈʌŋ ɪnðə kˈɔːɹnɚ, tˈoʊld ˌʌs ˌaʊɚ ɹˈɛkənɪŋ kˈeɪm tʊ ˈeɪt z. sˈɛvən dˈiː. "ˈeɪt ʃˈɪlɪŋz ænd sˈɛvən pˈɛns!" kɹˈaɪd stɹˈæp, "tˈɪz ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl! juː mˈʌst biː mɪstˈeɪkən, jˈʌŋ wˈʊmən."