text_original: "Oh, then they've poisoned him!" gasped Ursula, almost in tears. "They've got some poisoned meat in to him somehow, under the door perhaps, and he'll be lying there a corpse, and we never thinking of him."
text_transcription: OH THEN THEY'VE POISONED HIM GASPED URSULA ALMOST IN TEARS THEY'VE GOT SOME POISONED MEAT INTO HIM SOMEHOW OUT OF THE DOOR PERHAPS AND HE'LL BE LYING THERE A CORPSE AND WE NEVER THINKING OF HIM
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, ðˈɛn ðeɪv pˈɔɪzənd hˌɪm!" ɡˈæspt ˈɜːsjʊlə, ˈɔːlmoʊst ɪn tˈɪɹz. "ðeɪv ɡɑːt sˌʌm pˈɔɪzənd mˈiːt ɪn tə hˌɪm sˈʌmhaʊ, ˌʌndɚ ðə dˈɔːɹ pɚhˈæps, ænd hiːl biː lˈaɪɪŋ ðɛɹ ɐ kˈɔːɹps, ænd wiː nˈɛvɚ θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv hˌɪm."