text_original: IN THE SERVANTS' QUARTERS "MAN, you too, aren't you, one of these rough followers of the criminal? All hanging hereabout to gather how he's going to bear Examination in the hall." She flung disdainful glances on The shabby figure standing at the fire with others there, Who warmed them by its flare.
text_transcription: IN THE SERVANTS QUARTERS MAN YOU TOO AREN'T YOU ONE OF THESE ROUGH FOLLOWERS OF THE CRIMINAL ALL HANGING HERE ABOUT TO GATHER HOW HE'S GOING TO BEAR EXAMINATION IN THE HALL SHE FLUNG DISDAINFUL GLANCES ON THE SHABBY FIGURE STANDING AT THE FIRE WITH OTHERS THERE WHO WARMED THEM BY ITS FLARE
phonemes: ɪnðə sˈɜːvənts kwˈɔːɹɾɚz "mˈæn, juː tˈuː, ˈɑːɹnt juː, wˈʌn ʌv ðiːz ɹˈʌf fˈɑːloʊɚz ʌvðə kɹˈɪmɪnəl? ˈɔːl hˈæŋɪŋ hˈɪɹɐbˌaʊt tə ɡˈæðɚ hˌaʊ hiːz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə bˈɛɹ ɛɡzˌæmᵻnˈeɪʃən ɪnðə hˈɔːl." ʃiː flˈʌŋ dɪsdˈeɪnfəl ɡlˈænsᵻz ɔnðə ʃˈæbi fˈɪɡjɚ stˈændɪŋ æt ðə fˈaɪɚ wɪð ˈʌðɚz ðˈɛɹ, hˌuː wˈɔːɹmd ðˌɛm baɪ ɪts flˈɛɹ.