text_original: "No, no, Pendyce." The Squire began to pace the room, and Mr. Barter felt something stir against his foot; the spaniel John emerging at the end, just where the moonlight shone, a symbol of all that was subservient to the Squire, gazed up at his master with tragic eyes.
text_transcription: NO NO HIND NICE THE SQUIRE BEGAN TO PACE THE ROOM BARTA FELT SOMETHING STIR AGAINST HIS FOOT THE SPANIEL JOHN EMERGING AT THE END JUST WHERE THE MOONLIGHT SHONE A SYMBOL OF ALL THAT WAS SUBSERVIENT TO THE SQUIRE GAZED UP AT HIS MASTER WITH TRAGIC EYES
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ, pˈɛndaɪs." ðə skwˈaɪɚ bɪɡˈæn tə pˈeɪs ðə ɹˈuːm, ænd mˈɪstɚ. bˈɑːɹɾɚ fˈɛlt sˈʌmθɪŋ stˈɜːɹ ɐɡˈɛnst hɪz fˈʊt; ðə spˈænjəl dʒˈɑːn ɪmˈɜːdʒɪŋ æt ðɪ ˈɛnd, dʒˈʌst wˌɛɹ ðə mˈuːnlaɪt ʃˈɑːn, ɐ sˈɪmbəl ʌv ˈɔːl ðæt wʌz sʌbsˈɜːviənt tə ðə skwˈaɪɚ, ɡˈeɪzd ˌʌp æt hɪz mˈæstɚ wɪð tɹˈædʒɪk ˈaɪz.