text_original: But, often as he left her door, never did it close behind him until with her own eyes Mistress Croale had seen Gibbie dart like an imp out of the court  to take him in charge, and, all the weary way home, hover, not very like a guardian angel, but not the less one in truth, around the unstable equilibrium of his father's tall and swaying form.
text_transcription: BUT OFTEN AS HE LEFT HER DOOR NEVER DID IT CLOSE BEHIND HIM UNTIL WITH HER OWN EYES MISTRESS CROLE HAD SEEN GIBBEY DART LIKE AN IMP OUT OF THE COURT TO TAKE HIM IN CHARGE AND ALL THE WEARY WAY HOME HOVER NOT VERY LIKE A GUARDIAN ANGEL BUT NOT THE LESS ONE IN TRUTH AROUND THE UNSTABLE EQUILIBRIUM OF HIS FATHER'S TALL AND SWAYING FORM
phonemes: bˌʌt, ˈɔfən æz hiː lˈɛft hɜː dˈɔːɹ, nˈɛvɚ dˈɪd ɪt klˈoʊs bᵻhˌaɪnd hˌɪm ʌntˈɪl wɪð hɜːɹ ˈoʊn ˈaɪz mˈɪstɹəs kɹˈoʊl hæd sˈiːn ɡˈɪbi dˈɑːɹt lˈaɪk ɐn ˈɪmp ˌaʊɾəv ðə kˈɔːɹt tə tˈeɪk hˌɪm ɪn tʃˈɑːɹdʒ, ænd, ˈɔːl ðə wˈɪɹi wˈeɪ hˈoʊm, hˈʌvɚ, nˌɑːt vˈɛɹi lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈɑːɹdiən ˈeɪndʒəl, bˌʌt nˌɑːt ðə lˈɛs wˈʌn ɪn tɹˈuːθ, ɚɹˈaʊnd ðɪ ʌnstˈeɪbəl ˌiːkwɪlˈɪbɹiəm ʌv hɪz fˈɑːðɚz tˈɔːl ænd swˈeɪɪŋ fˈɔːɹm.