text_original: The side lights of the front door had been shattered, and one burly ruflSan thrust himself half way in, but stuck, when a defender leveled a re  volver at his head, and said to Mrs. Babbitt, who was then in command of the hall, while her husband de  fended the parlor windows: " Shall I shoot iiim?" " Yes, shoot him like a dog."
text_transcription: THE SIDE LIGHTS OF THE FRONT DOOR HAD BEEN SHATTERED AND ONE BURLY RUFFIAN THRUST HIMSELF HALF WAY IN BUT STUCK WHEN A DEFENDER LEVELLED A REVOLVER AT HIS HEAD AND SAID TO MISSUS BABETT WHO WAS THEN IN COMMAND OF THE HALL WHILE HER HUSBAND DEFENDED THE PARLOUR WINDOWS SHALL I SHOOT EM YES SHOOT EM LIKE A DOG
phonemes: ðə sˈaɪd lˈaɪts ʌvðə fɹˈʌnt dˈɔːɹ hɐdbɪn ʃˈæɾɚd, ænd wˈʌn bˈɜːli ɹˈʌfəl sˌæn θɹˈʌst hɪmsˈɛlf hˈæf wˈeɪ ˈɪn, bˌʌt stˈʌk, wˌɛn ɐ dᵻfˈɛndɚ lˈɛvəld ɐ ɹˌiː vˈɑːlvɚɹ æt hɪz hˈɛd, ænd sˈɛd tə mˈɪsɪz. bˈæbɪt, hˌuː wʌz ðˈɛn ɪn kəmˈænd ʌvðə hˈɔːl, wˌaɪl hɜː hˈʌsbənd də fˈɛndᵻd ðə pˈɑːɹlɚ wˈɪndoʊz: " ʃˌæl aɪ ʃˈuːt ˈɪɪɪm?" " jˈɛs, ʃˈuːt hˌɪm lˈaɪk ɐ dˈɑːɡ."