text_original: In one corner, with his head resting on a heap of coals and coke, lay a boy almost as black as a chimney sweep, fast asleep. He was the waiter. The principal light was afforded by a candle stuck against the wall, with a tin reflector behind it.
text_transcription: IN ONE CORNER WITH HIS HEAD RESTING ON A HEAP OF COALS AND COKE LAY A BOY ALMOST AS BLACK AS A CHIMNEY SWEEP FAST ASLEEP HE WAS THE WAITER THE PRINCIPAL LIGHT WAS AFFORDED BY A CANDLE STUCK AGAINST THE WALL WITH A TIN REFLECTOR BEHIND IT
phonemes: ɪn wˈʌn kˈɔːɹnɚ, wɪð hɪz hˈɛd ɹˈɛstɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ hˈiːp ʌv kˈoʊlz ænd kˈoʊk, lˈeɪ ɐ bˈɔɪ ˈɔːlmoʊst æz blˈæk æz ɐ tʃˈɪmni swˈiːp, fˈæst ɐslˈiːp. hiː wʌzðə wˈeɪɾɚ. ðə pɹˈɪnsɪpəl lˈaɪt wʌz ɐfˈɔːɹdᵻd baɪ ɐ kˈændəl stˈʌk ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɔːl, wɪð ɐ tˈɪn ɹᵻflˈɛktɚ bᵻhˈaɪnd ɪt.