text_original: "Come on, lads!" they howled. "Milo's gone inside to open up the loot for us." A grimy hand snatched at the girl's tunic, and in a flash the entrance was choked with fiercely striving shapes. With a gasping cry of fury Dolores struck aside the bold hand, and with a panther spring she was upon him.
text_transcription: COME ON LADS THEY HOWLED MILO'S GONE INSIDE TO OPEN UP THE LUTE FOR US A GRIMY HAND SNATCHED AT THE GIRL'S TUNIC AND IN A FLASH THE ENTRANCE WAS CHOKED WITH FIERCELY STRIVING SHAPES WITH A GASPING CRY OF FURY DOLORES STRUCK ASIDE THE BOLD HAND AND WITH A PANTHER SPRING SHE WAS UPON HIM
phonemes: "kˈʌm ˈɔn, lˈædz!" ðeɪ hˈaʊld. "mˈaɪloʊz ɡɔn ɪnsˈaɪd tʊ ˈoʊpən ˌʌp ðə lˈuːt fɔːɹ ˌʌs." ɐ ɡɹˈaɪmi hˈænd snˈætʃt æt ðə ɡˈɜːlz tˈuːnɪk, ænd ɪn ɐ flˈæʃ ðɪ ˈɛntɹəns wʌz tʃˈoʊkt wɪð fˈɪɹsli stɹˈaɪvɪŋ ʃˈeɪps. wɪð ɐ ɡˈæspɪŋ kɹˈaɪ ʌv fjˈʊɹɹi dəlˈɔːɹɪs stɹˈʌk ɐsˈaɪd ðə bˈoʊld hˈænd, ænd wɪð ɐ pˈænθɚ spɹˈɪŋ ʃiː wʌz əpˌɑːn hˌɪm.