text_original: All the poor keeper's terrors were revived, and lie scarcely dared look at the mysterious little man. Fancy  ing that his French periwig had failed to disguise him, he began to pluck at Ordener's cloak and to whisper : " Master, sir, in Heaven's name, have mercy ! have pity
text_transcription: ALL THE POOR KEEPER'S TERRORS WERE REVIVED AND HE SCARCELY DARED LOOK AT THE MYSTERIOUS LITTLE MAN FANCYING THAT HIS FRENCH PERIWICK HAD FAILED TO DISGUISE HIM HE BEGAN TO PLUCK AT ORDNA'S CLOAK AND TO WHISPER MASTER SIR IN HEAVEN'S NAME HAVE MERCY HAVE PITY
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðə pˈʊɹ kˈiːpɚz tˈɛɹɚz wɜː ɹᵻvˈaɪvd, ænd lˈaɪ skˈɛɹsli dˈɛɹd lˈʊk æt ðə mɪstˈɪɹiəs lˈɪɾəl mˈæn. fˈænsi ˈɪŋ ðæt hɪz fɹˈɛntʃ pˈɛɹɪwˌɪɡ hæd fˈeɪld tə dɪsɡˈaɪz hˌɪm, hiː bɪɡˈæn tə plˈʌk æɾ ˈɔːɹdənɚz klˈoʊk ænd tə wˈɪspɚ : " mˈæstɚ, sˌɜː, ɪn hˈɛvənz nˈeɪm, hæv mˈɜːsi ! hæv pˈɪɾi