text_original: She only laughed at me. "What good will it do? Who do you suppose it will Digitized by THE SHUTTING OF A DOOR. 109 keep out? Spectres? My dear, spectres will walk through stone walls. They pay no heed to trivial obstacles. Creatures of flesh and blood
text_transcription: SHE ONLY LAUGHED AT ME WHAT GOOD WILL IT DO WHO DO YOU SUPPOSE IT WILL KEEP OUT SPECTRES MY DEAR SPECTRES WILL WALK THROUGH STONE WALLS THEY PAY NO HEED TO TRIVIAL OBSTACLES CREATURES OF FLESH AND BLOOD
phonemes: ʃiː ˈoʊnli lˈæft æt mˌiː. "wˌʌt ɡˈʊd wɪl ɪt dˈuː? hˌuː dˈuː juː səpˈoʊz ɪt wɪl dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ ðə ʃˈʌɾɪŋ əvə dˈɔːɹ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪn kˈiːp ˈaʊt? spˈɛktɚz? maɪ dˈɪɹ, spˈɛktɚz wɪl wˈɔːk θɹuː stˈoʊn wˈɔːlz. ðeɪ pˈeɪ nˈoʊ hˈiːd tə tɹˈɪvɪəl ˈɑːbstəkəlz. kɹˈiːtʃɚz ʌv flˈɛʃ ænd blˈʌd