text_original: "Don't take the door off the hinges," said Miss Asphyxia, sweeping down stairs. "Let me come; I 'll wake her, I guess!" and with a dipper of cold water in her hand, Miss Asphyxia burst into the little room. "What! – what!
text_transcription: DON'T TAKE THE DOOR OFF THE HINGES SAID MISS AFFIXIA SWEEPING DOWNSTAIRS LET ME COME I'LL WAKE HER UP I GUESS WITH A DIPPER OF COLD WATER IN HAND MISS AFFIXIA BURST INTO THE LITTLE ROOM WHAT WHAT
phonemes: "dˈoʊnt tˈeɪk ðə dˈɔːɹ ˈɔf ðə hˈɪndʒᵻz," sˈɛd mˈɪs ɐsfˈɪksiə, swˈiːpɪŋ dˌaʊn stˈɛɹz. "lˈɛt mˌiː kˈʌm; aɪ ˌɛlˈɛl wˈeɪk hɜː, aɪ ɡˈɛs!" ænd wɪð ɐ dˈɪpɚɹ ʌv kˈoʊld wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪn hɜː hˈænd, mˈɪs ɐsfˈɪksiə bˈɜːst ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈɪɾəl ɹˈuːm. "wˌʌt! wˈʌt!