text_original: The poor woman uttered a cry of horror as the body was brought in. "Don't be cryin' out in that way, Peggy," cried Mr. Thorneycroft, "but go and get me some brandy. Here, watchmen, lay the poor young gentleman down on the sofa  there, gently, gently. And now, one of you run to Wheeler Street, and fetch Mr. Howell, the surgeon. Less noise, Peggy  less noise, or you'll waken Miss Ebba, and I wouldn't have her disturbed for the world."
text_transcription: THE POOR WOMAN UTTERED A CRY OF HORROR AS THE BODY WAS BROUGHT IN DON'T BE CRYING OUT IN THAT WAY PEGGY CRIED MISTER THORNYCROFT BUT GO AND GET ME SOME BRANDY HERE WATCHMAN LAY THE POOR YOUNG GENTLEMAN DOWN ON THE SOFA THERE GENTLY GENTLY AND NOW ONE OF YOU RUN TO WHEELER STREET AND FETCH MISTER HOWELL THE SURGEON LESS NOISE PEGGY LESS NOISE OR YOU'LL AWAKEN MISS ABAM AND I WOULDN'T HAVE HER DISTURBED FOR THE WORLD
phonemes: ðə pˈʊɹ wˈʊmən ˈʌɾɚd ɐ kɹˈaɪ ʌv hˈɔɹɚɹ æz ðə bˈɑːdi wʌz bɹˈɔːt ˈɪn. "dˈoʊnt biː kɹˈaɪɪn ˈaʊt ɪn ðæt wˈeɪ, pˈɛɡi," kɹˈaɪd mˈɪstɚ. θˈɔːɹnɪkɹˌɔft, "bˌʌt ɡˌoʊ ænd ɡɛt mˌiː sˌʌm bɹˈændi. hˈɪɹ, wˈɑːtʃmɛn, lˈeɪ ðə pˈʊɹ jˈʌŋ dʒˈɛntəlmən dˌaʊn ɔnðə sˈoʊfə ðˈɛɹ, dʒˈɛntli, dʒˈɛntli. ænd nˈaʊ, wˈʌn ʌv juː ɹˈʌn tə wˈiːlɚ stɹˈiːt, ænd fˈɛtʃ mˈɪstɚ. hˈaʊɛl, ðə sˈɜːdʒən. lˈɛs nˈɔɪz, pˈɛɡi lˈɛs nˈɔɪz, ɔːɹ juːl wˈeɪkən mˈɪs ˈɛbə, ænd aɪ wˌʊdəntəv hɜː dɪstˈɜːbd fɚðə wˈɜːld."