text_original: In another moment they were at the doctor's door. Baldred tapped against it, and the summons was instantly answered by a diminutive personage, clad in a jerkin of coarse grey serge, and having a leathern apron tied round his waist.
text_transcription: IN ANOTHER MOMENT THEY WERE AT THE DOCTOR'S DOOR BALDRID TAPPED AGAINST IT AND THE SUMMONS WAS INSTANTLY ANSWERED BY A DIMINUTIVE PERSONAGE CLAD IN A JERKIN OF COARSE GRAY SERGE AND HAVING A LEATHERN APRON TIED ROUND HIS WAIST
phonemes: ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈoʊmənt ðeɪ wɜːɹ æt ðə dˈɑːktɚz dˈɔːɹ. bˈɔːldɹɪd tˈæpt ɐɡˈɛnst ɪt, ænd ðə sˈʌmənz wʌz ˈɪnstəntli ˈænsɚd baɪ ɐ dᵻmˈɪnjuːtˌɪv pˈɜːsənɪdʒ, klˈæd ɪn ɐ dʒˈɜːkɪn ʌv kˈɔːɹs ɡɹˈeɪ sˈɜːdʒ, ænd hˌævɪŋ ɐ lˈɛðɚn ˈeɪpɹən tˈaɪd ɹˈaʊnd hɪz wˈeɪst.