text_original: "A Spider!" cried Tibbs, growing white. "Why, she'll suck his blood. Well, what about Celia?" "Do you mean the boy with the golden fire falling from his head in two long streams, on to his shoulders?"
text_transcription: SPIDER CRIED TIBBS GROWING WHITE WHY SHE'LL SUCK HIS BLOOD WELL WHAT ABOUTELIA DO YOU MEAN THE BOY WITH THE GOLDEN FIRE FALLING FROM HIS HEAD IN TWO LONG STREAMS ON TO HIS SHOULDERS
phonemes: "ɐ spˈaɪdɚ!" kɹˈaɪd tˈɪbz, ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ wˈaɪt. "wˈaɪ, ʃiːl sˈʌk hɪz blˈʌd. wˈɛl, wˌʌt ɐbˌaʊt sˈɛliə?" "dˈuː juː mˈiːn ðə bˈɔɪ wɪððə ɡˈoʊldən fˈaɪɚ fˈɔːlɪŋ fɹʌm hɪz hˈɛd ɪn tˈuː lˈɔŋ stɹˈiːmz, ˌɔn tə hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz?"