text_original: The town clock was striking eleven, and the antiquated timepiece on the staircase (which never spoke but it dropped pearls and crystals, like the fairy in the story) was lisping the hour, when there came three tremendous knocks at the street door.
text_transcription: THE TOWN CLOCK WAS STRIKING ELEVEN AND THE ANTIQUATED TIMEPIECE ON THE STAIRCASE WHICH NEVER SPOKE BUT IT DROPPED PEARLS AND CRYSTALS LIKE THE FAIRY IN THE STORY WAS LISPING THE HOUR WHEN THERE CAME THREE TREMENDOUS KNOCKS AT THE STREET DOOR
phonemes: ðə tˈaʊn klˈɑːk wʌz stɹˈaɪkɪŋ ᵻlˈɛvən, ænd ðɪ ˈæntɪkwˌeɪɾᵻd tˈaɪmpiːs ɔnðə stˈɛɹkeɪs (wˌɪtʃ nˈɛvɚ spˈoʊk bˌʌt ɪt dɹˈɑːpt pˈɜːlz ænd kɹˈɪstəlz, lˈaɪk ðə fˈɛɹi ɪnðə stˈɔːɹi) wʌz lˈɪspɪŋ ðɪ ˈaʊɚ, wˌɛn ðɛɹ kˈeɪm θɹˈiː tɹəmˈɛndəs nˈɑːks æt ðə stɹˈiːt dˈɔːɹ.