text_original: The stranger pressed a finger on her lips in a gesture of silence, then she beckoned, and as they approached, tiptoeing over the thick rug, she turned and pressed a finger on a carved rosette in the oak panel. Without a sound it slid open, and they found themselves in a narrow, stone passage.
text_transcription: THE STRANGER PRESSED A FINGER ON HER LIPS IN A GESTURE OF SILENCE THEN SHE BECKONED AND AS THEY APPROACHED TIPTOEING OVER THE THICK RUG SHE TURNED AND PRESSED A FINGER ON A CARVED ROSETTE IN THE OAK PANEL WITHOUT A SOUND IT SLID OPEN AND THEY FOUND THEMSELVES IN A NARROW STONE PASSAGE
phonemes: ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ pɹˈɛst ɐ fˈɪŋɡɚɹ ˌɔn hɜː lˈɪps ɪn ɐ dʒˈɛstʃɚɹ ʌv sˈaɪləns, ðˈɛn ʃiː bˈɛkənd, ænd æz ðeɪ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt, tˈɪptoʊɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə θˈɪk ɹˈʌɡ, ʃiː tˈɜːnd ænd pɹˈɛst ɐ fˈɪŋɡɚɹ ˌɔn ɐ kˈɑːɹvd ɹoʊzˈɛt ɪnðɪ ˈoʊk pˈænəl. wɪðˌaʊt ɐ sˈaʊnd ɪt slˈɪd ˈoʊpən, ænd ðeɪ fˈaʊnd ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪn ɐ nˈæɹoʊ, stˈoʊn pˈæsɪdʒ.