text_original: The three men constantly turned their heads toward the winding path through the wood which fringes Ralph's meadow, and judging by such of their words as were not carried off by the wind, they were expecting a fourth person. " I say, Kennybol, do you know that we should not be allowed to wait so peacefully for this envoy from Count Griffenfeld, if we were in the neighboring meadow, Goblin Tulbytilbet's meadow, or yonder in St. Cuthbert's bay?"
text_transcription: THE THREE MEN CONSTANTLY TURNED THEIR HEADS TOWARD THE WINDING PATH THROUGH THE WOOD WHICH FRINGES RIVE'S MEADOW AND JUDGING BY SUCH OF THEIR WORDS AS WERE NOT CARRIED OFF BY THE WIND THEY WERE EXPECTING A FOURTH PERSON I SAY KENNY BALL DO YOU KNOW THAT WE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO WAIT SO PEACEFULLY FOR THIS ENVOY FROM COUNT GRIFFINFELD IF WE WERE IN THE NEIGHBOURING MEADOW GOBLIN TOLBY TILBOT'S MEADOW OR YONDER IN SAINT CUTHBERT'S BAY
phonemes: ðə θɹˈiː mˈɛn kˈɑːnstəntli tˈɜːnd ðɛɹ hˈɛdz təwˈɔːɹd ðə wˈaɪndɪŋ pˈæθ θɹuː ðə wˈʊd wˌɪtʃ fɹˈɪndʒᵻz ɹˈælfz mˈɛdoʊ, ænd dʒˈʌdʒɪŋ baɪ sˈʌtʃ ʌv ðɛɹ wˈɜːdz æz wɜː nˌɑːt kˈæɹid ˈɔf baɪ ðə wˈɪnd, ðeɪ wɜːɹ ɛkspˈɛktɪŋ ɐ fˈɔːɹθ pˈɜːsən. " aɪ sˈeɪ, kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl, dˈuː juː nˈoʊ ðæt wiː ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt biː ɐlˈaʊd tə wˈeɪt sˌoʊ pˈiːsfəli fɔːɹ ðɪs ˈɛnvɔɪ fɹʌm kˈaʊnt ɡɹˈɪfənfˌɛld, ɪf wiː wɜːɹ ɪnðə nˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ mˈɛdoʊ, ɡˈɑːblɪn tˈʌlbɪtˌɪlbɪts mˈɛdoʊ, ɔːɹ jˈɑːndɚɹ ɪn sənt. kˈʌθbɚts bˈeɪ?"