text_original: " There are three," I said. Presently someone struck the door lightly, with the palm of the hand, or with the fist. Then, more forcibly, a rain of blows. Unless I was mistaken, the assault came from more than one pair of hands ; it was like an attack made in the impotence of childish passion. The voices were raised, as if they called to us.
text_transcription: THERE ARE THREE I SAID PRESENTLY SOMEONE STRUCK THE DOOR LIGHTLY WITH THE PALM OF THE HAND OR WITH THE FIST THEN MORE FORCIBLY A RAIN OF BLOWS UNLESS I WAS MISTAKEN THE ASSAULT CAME FROM MORE THAN ONE PAIR OF HANDS IT WAS LIKE AN ATTACK MADE IN THE IMPOTENCE OF CHILDISH PASSION THE VOICES WERE RAISED AS IF THEY CALLED TO US
phonemes: " ðɛɹˌɑːɹ θɹˈiː," aɪ sˈɛd. pɹˈɛzəntli sˈʌmwʌn stɹˈʌk ðə dˈɔːɹ lˈaɪtli, wɪððə pˈɑːm ʌvðə hˈænd, ɔːɹ wɪððə fˈɪst. ðˈɛn, mˈɔːɹ fˈɔːɹsᵻbli, ɐ ɹˈeɪn ʌv blˈoʊz. ʌnlˈɛs aɪ wʌz mɪstˈeɪkən, ðɪ ɐsˈɔlt kˈeɪm fɹʌm mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌn pˈɛɹ ʌv hˈændz ; ɪt wʌz lˈaɪk ɐn ɐtˈæk mˌeɪd ɪnðɪ ˈɪmpətəns ʌv tʃˈaɪldɪʃ pˈæʃən. ðə vˈɔɪsᵻz wɜː ɹˈeɪzd, æz ɪf ðeɪ kˈɔːld tʊ ˌʌs.