text_original: Gibbie bounded up and stood still as a statue at the very door cheek, until he heard Mistress Croale's hand upon the lock, when he bolted, trembling with eagerness, into the entry of a court a few houses nearer to the Widdiehill.
text_transcription: GIBBEY BOUNDED UP AND STOOD STILL AS A STATUE AT THE VERY DOOR CREEK UNTIL HE HEARD MISTRESS CROWLE'S HAND UPON THE LOCK WHEN HE BOLTED TREMBLING WITH HIS EAGERNESS INTO THE ENTRY OF A COURT OF A FEW HOUSES TO THE WOODY HILL
phonemes: ɡˈɪbi bˈaʊndᵻd ˌʌp ænd stˈʊd stˈɪl æz ɐ stˈætʃuː æt ðə vˈɛɹi dˈɔːɹ tʃˈiːk, ʌntˈɪl hiː hˈɜːd mˈɪstɹəs kɹˈoʊlz hˈænd əpˌɑːn ðə lˈɑːk, wˌɛn hiː bˈoʊltᵻd, tɹˈɛmblɪŋ wɪð ˈiːɡɚnəs, ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛntɹi əvə kˈɔːɹt ɐ fjˈuː hˈaʊzᵻz nˈɪɹɚ tə ðə wˈɪdɪhˌɪl.