text_original: "See, he's a goin' through that door," cried the Tinker. "Let's foller him." "I don't half like it," replied the Sandman, his teeth chattering with apprehension. "We shall see summat as'll take avay our senses."
text_transcription: SEE HE'S A GOING THROUGH THE DOOR CRIED THE TINKER LET'S FOLLOW HIM I DON'T HALF LIKE IT REPLIED THE SANDMAN HIS TEETH CHATTERING WITH APPREHENSION WE SHALL SEE SOMEBODY'LL TAKE AWAY OUR SENSES
phonemes: "sˈiː, hiːz ɐ ɡˌoʊɪn θɹuː ðæt dˈɔːɹ," kɹˈaɪd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ. "lˈɛts fˈɑːlɚ hˌɪm." "aɪ dˈoʊnt hˈæf lˈaɪk ɪt," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə sˈændmən, hɪz tˈiːθ tʃˈæɾɚɹɪŋ wɪð ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən. "wiːʃˌɐl sˈiː sˈʌmæt æzəl tˈeɪk ˈæveɪ ˌaʊɚ sˈɛnsᵻz."