text_original: I will not wait till day light renews my courage; but go now to the wood, and examine this  Hark!  I hear a noise!  Good God!  Is it?  If it should be my Clem     * * * * * Oh no! that is impossible!  It was only the sweeping of the wind through that long gallery. But I won't go to the wood to night, Caroline.
text_transcription: I WILL NOT WAIT TILL DAYLIGHT WE LOSE MY COURAGE BUT GO NOW TO THE WOOD AND EXAMINE THIS HARK I HEAR A NOISE GOOD GOD IS IT IF IT SHOULD BE MY CLAM OH NO THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE IT WAS ONLY THE SWEEPING OF THE WIND THROUGH THAT LONG GALLERY BUT I WON'T GO TO THE WOOD TO NIGHT CAROLINE
phonemes: aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt wˈeɪt tˈɪl dˈeɪ lˈaɪt ɹᵻnˈuːz maɪ kˈɜːɹɪdʒ; bˌʌt ɡˌoʊ nˈaʊ tə ðə wˈʊd, ænd ɛɡzˈæmɪn ðɪs hˈɑːɹk!  aɪ hˈɪɹ ɐ nˈɔɪz!  ɡˈʊd ɡˈɑːd!  ɪz ɪt?  ɪf ɪt ʃˌʊd biː maɪ klˈɛm ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈoʊ nˈoʊ! ðæt ɪz ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl!  ɪt wʌz ˈoʊnli ðə swˈiːpɪŋ ʌvðə wˈɪnd θɹuː ðæt lˈɔŋ ɡˈælɚɹi. bˌʌt aɪ woʊnt ɡˌoʊ tə ðə wˈʊd tə nˈaɪt, kˈæɹəlˌaɪn.