text_original: " Pollie !— they're coming ! " They were. There was the sound of advancing footsteps. Approaching forms loomed dimly through Digitized by ONE WAY IN. 93 the darkness. That same instant Pollie caught the trick of it ; the door opened.
text_transcription: POLLY THEY'RE COMING THEY WERE THERE WAS THE SOUND OF ADVANCING FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING FORMS LOOMED DIMLY THROUGH THE DARKNESS THAT SAME INSTANT POLLY CAUGHT THE TRICK OF IT THE DOOR OPENED
phonemes: " pˈɑːli !— ðeɪɚ kˈʌmɪŋ ! " ðeɪ wɜː. ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv ɐdvˈænsɪŋ fˈʊtstɛps. ɐpɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ fˈɔːɹmz lˈuːmd dˈɪmli θɹuː dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ wˈʌn dˌʌbəljˌuːˌeɪwˈaɪ ˈɪn. nˈaɪnti θɹˈiː ðə dˈɑːɹknəs. ðæt sˈeɪm ˈɪnstənt pˈɑːli kˈɔːt ðə tɹˈɪk ʌv ɪt ; ðə dˈɔːɹ ˈoʊpənd.