text_original: Once, years, even generations past, the house had been the residence of a noble. The cellar was not the one or two rooms of the modern house. It was vast and vaulted and contained a dozen dark, unlighted apartments, all with heavy, iron barred, oaken doors. Professor Morris said that two of the rooms had been used as dungeons and it was in one of these that Warren found Ivan. He stumbled over him as he opened the door. The boy was bound, but lying on his back, so had been able to hammer on the door with his feet.
text_transcription: ONCE YEARS EVEN GENERATIONS PASSED THE HOUSE HAD BEEN THE RESIDENCE OF A NOBLE THE CELLAR WAS NOT THE ONE OR TWO ROOMS OF THE MODERN HOUSE IT WAS VAST AND VAULTED AND CONTAINED A DOZEN DARK UNLIGHTED APARTMENTS ALL WITH HEAVY IRON BARRED OAKEN DOORS PROFESSOR MORRIS SAID THAT TWO OF THE ROOMS HAD BEEN USED AS DUNGEONS AND IT WAS IN ONE OF THOSE THAT WARREN FOUND IVAN HE STUMBLED OVER HIM AS HE OPENED THE DOOR THE BOY WAS BOUND BUT LYING ON HIS BACK SO HAD BEEN ABLE TO HAMMER ON THE DOOR WITH HIS FEET
phonemes: wˈʌns, jˈɪɹz, ˈiːvən dʒˌɛnɚɹˈeɪʃənz pˈæst, ðə hˈaʊs hɐdbɪn ðə ɹˈɛzᵻdəns əvə nˈoʊbəl. ðə sˈɛlɚ wʌz nˌɑːt ðə wˈʌn ɔːɹ tˈuː ɹˈuːmz ʌvðə mˈɑːdɚn hˈaʊs. ɪt wʌz vˈæst ænd vˈɔltᵻd ænd kəntˈeɪnd ɐ dˈʌzən dˈɑːɹk, ʌnlˈaɪɾᵻd ɐpˈɑːɹtmənts, ˈɔːl wɪð hˈɛvi, ˈaɪɚn bˈɑːɹd, ˈoʊkən dˈɔːɹz. pɹəfˈɛsɚ mˈɔːɹɪs sˈɛd ðæt tˈuː ʌvðə ɹˈuːmz hɐdbɪn jˈuːzd æz dˈʌndʒənz ænd ɪt wʌz ɪn wˈʌn ʌv ðiːz ðæt wˈɔːɹən fˈaʊnd ˈaɪvən. hiː stˈʌmbəld ˌoʊvɚ hˌɪm æz hiː ˈoʊpənd ðə dˈɔːɹ. ðə bˈɔɪ wʌz bˈaʊnd, bˌʌt lˈaɪɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz bˈæk, sˌoʊ hɐdbɪn ˈeɪbəl tə hˈæmɚɹ ɔnðə dˈɔːɹ wɪð hɪz fˈiːt.