text_original: The Keeper mute, with staring eyes, Like a lay figure for surprise, At last this stammered out, "How now? Woman  where, woman, is your ticket, That ought to have let you through our wicket?"
text_transcription: THE KEEPER MEWED WITH STARING EYES LIKE A LAY FIGURE FOR SURPRISE AT LAST THIS STAMMERED OUT HOW NOW WOMAN WHERE WOMAN IS YOUR TICKET THAT OUGHT TO HAVE LET YOU THROUGH OUR WICKET
phonemes: ðə kˈiːpɚ mjˈuːt, wɪð stˈɛɹɪŋ ˈaɪz, lˈaɪk ɐ lˈeɪ fˈɪɡjɚ fɔːɹ sɚpɹˈaɪz, æt lˈæst ðɪs stˈæmɚd ˈaʊt, "hˌaʊ nˈaʊ? wˈʊmən wˈɛɹ, wˈʊmən, ɪz jʊɹ tˈɪkɪt, ðæt ˈɔːt tə hæv lˈɛt juː θɹuː ˌaʊɚ wˈɪkɪt?"