text_original: So it is come! The doctor's glossy smile Deceives me not. I saw him shake his head, Whispering, and heard poor Giulia sob without, As, slowly creaking, he went down the stair. Were they afraid that I should be afraid? I, who had died once and been laid in tomb? They need not.
text_transcription: SO IT IS COME THE DOCTOR'S GLOSSY SMILE DECEIVES ME NOT I SAW HIM SHAKE HIS HEAD WHISPERING AND HEARD POOR JULIA SOB WITHOUT AS SLOWLY CREAKING HE WENT DOWN THE STAIR WERE THEY AFRAID THAT I SHOULD BE AFRAID I WHO HAD DIED ONCE AND BEEN LAID IN TWO THEY NEED NOT
phonemes: sˌoʊ ɪɾ ɪz kˈʌm! ðə dˈɑːktɚz ɡlˈɔsi smˈaɪl dᵻsˈiːvz mˌiː nˈɑːt. aɪ sˈɔː hˌɪm ʃˈeɪk hɪz hˈɛd, wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ, ænd hˈɜːd pˈʊɹ dʒɪjˈuːliə sˈɑːb wɪðˈaʊt, æz, slˈoʊli kɹˈiːkɪŋ, hiː wɛnt dˌaʊn ðə stˈɛɹ. wɜː ðeɪ ɐfɹˈeɪd ðæt aɪ ʃˌʊd biː ɐfɹˈeɪd? ˈaɪ, hˌuː hæd dˈaɪd wˈʌns ænd bˌɪn lˈeɪd ɪn tˈuːm? ðeɪ nˈiːd nˈɑːt.