text_original: "We've gone on," he said, "father and son for hundreds of years. It's a blow to me, Barter." Again the Rector emitted that low sound. "What will the village think?" said Mr. Pendyce; "and the farmers  I mind that more than anything.
text_transcription: WE'VE GONE ON HE SAID FATHER AND SON FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS IT'S A BLOW TO MAKE ARDOR AGAIN THE RECTOR EMITTED THAT LOW SOUND WHAT WILL THE VILLAGE THINK SAID MISTER FENDOSE AND THE FARMERS I MIND THAT MORE THAN ANYTHING
phonemes: "wiːv ɡɔn ˈɔn," hiː sˈɛd, "fˈɑːðɚɹ ænd sˈʌn fɔːɹ hˈʌndɹɪdz ʌv jˈɪɹz. ɪts ɐ blˈoʊ tə mˌiː, bˈɑːɹɾɚ." ɐɡˈɛn ðə ɹˈɛktɚɹ ɪmˈɪɾᵻd ðæt lˈoʊ sˈaʊnd. "wˌʌt wɪl ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ θˈɪŋk?" sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs; "ænd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚz aɪ mˈaɪnd ðæt mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ.