text_original: "What did they do?" said Seth breathlessly. "I was just coming to that, impatient one. Canst thou not hold thy peace? Thou art as greedy over this tale as a flock of sparrows over a measure of corn that hath been spilled on the ground."
text_transcription: WHAT DID THEY DO SAID SETH BREATHLESSLY I WAS JUST COMING TO THAT IMPATIENT ONE CANST THOU NOT HOLD THY PEACE THOU ART AS GREEDY OVER THIS TALE AS A FLOCK OF SPARROWS OVER A MEASURE OF CORN THAT HAD BEEN SPILLED ON THE GROUND
phonemes: "wˌʌt dˈɪd ðeɪ dˈuː?" sˈɛd sˈɛθ bɹˈɛθləsli. "aɪ wʌz dʒˈʌst kˈʌmɪŋ tə ðˈæt, ɪmpˈeɪʃənt wˌʌn. kˈænst ðˈaʊ nˌɑːt hˈoʊld ðˌaɪ pˈiːs? ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt æz ɡɹˈiːdi ˌoʊvɚ ðɪs tˈeɪl æz ɐ flˈɑːk ʌv spˈæɹoʊz ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ mˈɛʒɚɹ ʌv kˈɔːɹn ðæt hæθ bˌɪn spˈɪld ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd."