text_original: The night wind hovered and shrieked and snarled. And I heard Fingal swear ; Then I opened the door — but I found no more Than a chalk skinned woman there* 99 I04 RETURN OF MORGAN AND FINGAL I looked, and at last, " What is it ? " I said — '' What is it that we can do
text_transcription: THE NIGHT WIND HOVERED AND SHRIEKED AND SNARLED AND I HEARD FINGALES SWEAR THEN I OPENED THE DOOR BUT I FOUND NO MORE THAN A CHALK SKINNED WOMAN THERE I LOOKED AND AT LAST WHAT IS IT I SAID WHAT IS IT THAT WE CAN DO
phonemes: ðə nˈaɪt wˈɪnd hˈʌvɚd ænd ʃɹˈiːkt ænd snˈɑːɹld. ænd aɪ hˈɜːd fˈɪŋɡəl swˈɛɹ ; ðˈɛn aɪ ˈoʊpənd ðə dˈɔːɹ — bˌʌt aɪ fˈaʊnd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðˌænə tʃˈɔːk skˈɪnd wˈʊmən ðɛɹ ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk nˈaɪnti nˈaɪn aɪ zˈiəɹoʊ fˈɔːɹ ɹᵻtˈɜːn ʌv mˈɔːɹɡən ænd fˈɪŋɡəl aɪ lˈʊkt, ænd æt lˈæst, " wˌʌt ɪz ɪt ? " aɪ sˈɛd — wˌʌt ɪz ɪt ðæt wiː kæn dˈuː