text_original: The first thought was warm, wet compresses, hot bricks, hot flannel; but the kitchen was locked, and it was little I could do without fire, except to receive and write down his dying messages to parents, and the girl who was wait  ing to be his wife.
text_transcription: THE FIRST THOUGHT WAS WARM WET COMPRESSES HOT BRICKS HOT FLANNEL BUT THE KITCHEN WAS LOCKED AND IT WAS LITTLE I COULD DO WITHOUT FIRE EXCEPT TO RECEIVE AND WRITE DOWN HIS DYING MESSAGES TO PARENTS AND THE GIRL WHO WAS WAITING TO BE HIS WIFE
phonemes: ðə fˈɜːst θˈɔːt wʌz wˈɔːɹm, wˈɛt kəmpɹˈɛsᵻz, hˈɑːt bɹˈɪks, hˈɑːt flˈænəl; bˌʌt ðə kˈɪtʃən wʌz lˈɑːkt, ænd ɪt wʌz lˈɪɾəl aɪ kʊd dˈuː wɪðˌaʊt fˈaɪɚ, ɛksˈɛpt tə ɹᵻsˈiːv ænd ɹˈaɪt dˌaʊn hɪz dˈaɪɪŋ mˈɛsɪdʒᵻz tə pˈɛɹənts, ænd ðə ɡˈɜːl hˌuː wʌz wˈeɪt ˈɪŋ təbi hɪz wˈaɪf.