text_original: I'm not wandering ; you're mistaken, or else I should believe you really were that withered hag, and I should think I was under Peniston Crag ; and I'm conscious it's night, and there are two candles on the table making the black press shine like jet.'
text_transcription: I'M NOT WANDERING YOU'RE MISTAKEN OR ELSE I SHOULD BELIEVE YOU REALLY WERE THAT WITHERED HAG AND I SHOULD THINK I WAS UNDER PENNESTON CRAIG AND I'M CONSCIOUS IT'S NIGHT AND THERE ARE TWO CANDLES ON THE TABLE MAKING THE BLACK PRESS SHINE LIKE JET
phonemes: aɪm nˌɑːt wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ ; jʊɹ mɪstˈeɪkən, ɔːɹ ˈɛls aɪ ʃˌʊd bᵻlˈiːv juː ɹˈiəli wɜː ðæt wˈɪðɚd hˈæɡ, ænd aɪ ʃˌʊd θˈɪŋk aɪ wʌz ˌʌndɚ pˈɛnɪstən kɹˈæɡ ; ænd aɪm kˈɑːnʃəs ɪts nˈaɪt, ænd ðɛɹˌɑːɹ tˈuː kˈændəlz ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl mˌeɪkɪŋ ðə blˈæk pɹˈɛs ʃˈaɪn lˈaɪk dʒˈɛt.