text_original: "Devil or not, I'll have him back agin, or at all events the pocket book!" cried the Tinker. And, dashing up the stairs, he caught hold of the railing above, and swinging himself up by a powerful effort, passed through an opening, occasioned by the removal of one of the banisters.
text_transcription: DEVIL OR NOT I'LL HAVE HIM BACK AGAIN OR AT ALL EVENTS THE POCKET BOOK CRIED THE TINKER AND DASHING UP THE STAIRS HE CAUGHT HOLD OF THE RAILING ABOVE AND SWINGING HIMSELF UP BY A POWERFUL EFFORT PASSED THROUGH AN OPENING OCCASIONED BY THE REMOVAL OF ONE OF THE BANISTERS
phonemes: "dˈɛvəl ɔːɹ nˈɑːt, aɪl hæv hˌɪm bˈæk ɐɡˈɪn, ɔːɹ æɾ ˈɔːl ᵻvˈɛnts ðə pˈɑːkɪt bˈʊk!" kɹˈaɪd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ. ænd, dˈæʃɪŋ ˌʌp ðə stˈɛɹz, hiː kˈɔːt hˈoʊld ʌvðə ɹˈeɪlɪŋ əbˈʌv, ænd swˈɪŋɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ˌʌp baɪ ɐ pˈaʊɚfəl ˈɛfɚt, pˈæst θɹuː ɐn ˈoʊpənɪŋ, əkˈeɪʒənd baɪ ðə ɹᵻmˈuːvəl ʌv wˈʌn ʌvðə bˈænɪstɚz.