text_original: "Wait just a minute," said the second boy. "I tell you there is evil somewhere about here!" "The street is dark and crooked enough to hold almost anything," said Thaddeus. "I am not surprised now that my father always ordered me to keep away from these streets leading to the river. They say many and many a poor wretch has been bundled down there and pushed off into the Vistula. She tells no tales, that river." The cry was repeated. It was faint, and there was a note of pain or terror in it that chilled the listeners. Very faint and far away it was too.
text_transcription: WAIT JUST A MINUTE SAID THE SECOND BOY I TELL YOU THERE IS EVIL SOMEWHERE ABOUT HERE THE STREET IS DARK AND CROOKED ENOUGH TO HOLD ALMOST ANYTHING SAID THADDEUS I AM NOT SURPRISED NOW THAT MY FATHER ALWAYS ORDERED ME TO KEEP AWAY FROM THESE STREETS LEADING TO THE RIVER THEY SAY MANY AND MANY A POOR WRETCH HAS BEEN BUNDLED DOWN THERE AND PUSHED OFF INTO THE VISTULA SHE TELLS NO TALES THAT RIVER THE CRY WAS REPEATED IT WAS FAINT AND THERE WAS A NOTE OF PAIN OR TERROR IN IT THAT CHILLED THE LISTENERS VERY FAINT AND FAR AWAY IT WAS TOO
phonemes: "wˈeɪt dʒˈʌst ɐ mˈɪnɪt," sˈɛd ðə sˈɛkənd bˈɔɪ. "aɪ tˈɛl juː ðɛɹ ɪz ˈiːvəl sˈʌmwɛɹ ɐbˌaʊt hˈɪɹ!" "ðə stɹˈiːt ɪz dˈɑːɹk ænd kɹˈʊkɪd ɪnˈʌf tə hˈoʊld ˈɔːlmoʊst ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ," sˈɛd θˈædɪəs. "aɪɐm nˌɑːt sɚpɹˈaɪzd nˈaʊ ðæt maɪ fˈɑːðɚɹ ˈɔːlweɪz ˈɔːɹdɚd mˌiː tə kˈiːp ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm ðiːz stɹˈiːts lˈiːdɪŋ tə ðə ɹˈɪvɚ. ðeɪ sˈeɪ mˈɛni ænd mˈɛni ɐ pˈʊɹ ɹˈɛtʃ hˈæzbiːn bˈʌndəld dˌaʊn ðɛɹ ænd pˈʊʃt ˈɔf ˌɪntʊ ðə vˈɪstʃələ. ʃiː tˈɛlz nˈoʊ tˈeɪlz, ðæt ɹˈɪvɚ." ðə kɹˈaɪ wʌz ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd. ɪt wʌz fˈeɪnt, ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ nˈoʊt ʌv pˈeɪn ɔːɹ tˈɛɹɚɹ ɪn ɪt ðæt tʃˈɪld ðə lˈɪsənɚz. vˈɛɹi fˈeɪnt ænd fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ ɪt wʌz tˈuː.