text_original: "Oh, no, ma'am!" said Pomona. "You'll see that that wasn't it. 'At one cor ner of the lot, in front, a base boy, who had accompa ni ed this man, was banging on the fence with a long stick, and thus attrack ing to hisself the rage of Lord Edward, while the vile intrig er of a light en ing rodder had brought a lad der to the other side of the house, up which he had now as cend ed, and was on the roof. What horrors fill ed my soul!
text_transcription: OH NO MA'AM SAID POMONA YOU'LL SEE THAT WASN'T IT AT ONE CORNER OF THE LOT IN FRONT A BASE BOY WHO HAD ACCOMPANIED THIS MAN WAS BANGING ON THE FENCE WITH A LONG STICK AND THUS ATTRACTING TO HIMSELF THE RAGE OF LORD EDWARD WHILE THE VIOLENT INTRIGURE OF A LIGHTNING RODDER HAD BROUGHT A LADDER TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HOUSE UP WHICH HE HAD NOW ASCENDED AND WAS ON THE ROOF WHAT HORRORS FILLED MY SOUL
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, nˈoʊ, mˈæm!" sˈɛd pəmˈoʊnə. "juːl sˈiː ðæt ðæt wˈʌzn̩t ɪt. æt wˈʌn kˈɔːɹ nˈɜːɹ ʌvðə lˈɑːt, ɪn fɹˈʌnt, ɐ bˈeɪs bˈɔɪ, hˌuː hæd ɐkˈɑːmpə nˈaɪ ˈɛd ðɪs mˈæn, wʌz bˈæŋɪŋ ɔnðə fˈɛns wɪð ɐ lˈɔŋ stˈɪk, ænd ðˈʌs ɐtɹˈæk ˈɪŋ tə hɪsˈɛlf ðə ɹˈeɪdʒ ʌv lˈɔːɹd ˈɛdwɚd, wˌaɪl ðə vˈaɪl ɪntɹˈɪɡ ˈɜːɹ əvə lˈaɪt ˈɛn ˈɪŋ ɹˈɑːdɚ hæd bɹˈɔːt ɐ lˈæd dˈɛɹ tə ðɪ ˈʌðɚ sˈaɪd ʌvðə hˈaʊs, ˌʌp wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd nˈaʊ æz sˈɛnd ˈɛd, ænd wʌz ɔnðə ɹˈuːf. wˌʌt hˈɔɹɚz fˈɪl ˈɛd maɪ sˈoʊl!