text_original: And exactly opposite, the broken railings that the motor van ran into and killed the driver; heaps of people came to look at the place Sunday afternoons. But her uncle never took a bit of notice of it. No, you _never_ can tell! * * * * * All the same, I felt guilty, and began to wonder how long I should be able to hold out! And then—— It was a lovely Saturday in May. We had just got up from a late lunch when there came a violent ring at the door bell.
text_transcription: AND EXACTLY OPPOSITE THE BROKEN RAILINGS THAT THE MOTOR VAN RAN INTO AND KILLED THE DRIVER HEAPS OF PEOPLE CAME TO LOOK AT THE PLACE SUNDAY AFTERNOONS BUT HER UNCLE NEVER TOOK A BIT OF NOTICE OF IT NO YOU NEVER CAN TELL ALL THE SAME I FELT GUILTY AND BEGAN TO WONDER HOW LONG I SHOULD BE ABLE TO HOLD OUT AND THEN IT WAS A LOVELY SATURDAY IN MAY WE HAD JUST GOT UP FROM A LATE LUNCH WHEN THERE CAME A VIOLENT RING AT THE DOOR BELL
phonemes: ænd ɛɡzˈæktli ˈɑːpəzˌɪt, ðə bɹˈoʊkən ɹˈeɪlɪŋz ðætðə mˈoʊɾɚ vˈæn ɹˈæn ˌɪntʊ ænd kˈɪld ðə dɹˈaɪvɚ; hˈiːps ʌv pˈiːpəl kˈeɪm tə lˈʊk æt ðə plˈeɪs sˈʌndeɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːnz. bˌʌt hɜːɹ ˈʌŋkəl nˈɛvɚ tˈʊk ɐ bˈɪt ʌv nˈoʊɾɪs ʌv ɪt. nˈoʊ, juː nˈɛvɚ kæn tˈɛl! ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈɔːl ðə sˈeɪm, aɪ fˈɛlt ɡˈɪlti, ænd bɪɡˈæn tə wˈʌndɚ hˌaʊ lˈɔŋ aɪ ʃˌʊd biː ˈeɪbəl tə hˈoʊld ˈaʊt! ænd ðˈɛn—— ɪt wʌzɐ lˈʌvli sˈæɾɚdˌeɪ ɪn mˈeɪ. wiː hæd dʒˈʌst ɡɑːt ˌʌp fɹʌm ɐ lˈeɪt lˈʌntʃ wɛn ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ɐ vˈaɪələnt ɹˈɪŋ æt ðə dˈɔːɹ bˈɛl.