text_original: Who'll follow me past that door? I'll know what lies behind this mummery if I choke it from old Jabez's withered neck as he dies." The man stepped forward two paces, glaring defiantly at Dolores, waiting for men to follow.
text_transcription: WHO'LL FOLLOW ME PAST THAT DOOR I'LL KNOW WHAT LIES BEHIND THIS MUMMERY IF I CHOKE IT FROM OLD HABEZ'S WITHERED NECK AS HE DIES THE MAN STEPPED FORWARD TWO PACES GLARING DEFIANTLY AT DOLORES WAITING FOR MEN TO FOLLOW
phonemes: hˌuːəl fˈɑːloʊ mˌiː pˈæst ðæt dˈɔːɹ? aɪl nˈoʊ wʌt lˈaɪz bᵻhˌaɪnd ðɪs mˈʌmɚɹi ɪf aɪ tʃˈoʊk ɪt fɹʌm ˈoʊld dʒˈeɪbɛzᵻz wˈɪðɚd nˈɛk æz hiː dˈaɪz." ðə mˈæn stˈɛpt fˈɔːɹwɚd tˈuː pˈeɪsᵻz, ɡlˈɛɹɪŋ dᵻfˈaɪəntli æt dəlˈɔːɹɪs, wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ mˈɛn tə fˈɑːloʊ.