text_original: It was the attitude in which he thought best. Mr. Pendyce ran on: "I've nursed the estate ever since it came to me; I've carried on the tradition as best I could; I've not been as good a man, perhaps, as I should have wished, but I've always tried to remember my old father's words: 'I'm done for, Horry; the estate's in your hands now.'. He cleared his throat. For a full minute there was no sound save the ticking of the clock.
text_transcription: IT WAS THE ATTITUDE IN WHICH HE THOUGHT BEST MISTER PENDISE RAN ON I'VE NURSED THIS STATE EVER SINCE IT CAME TO ME I'VE CARRIED ON THE TRADITION AS BEST I COULD I'VE NOT BEEN AS GOOD A MAN PERHAPS AS I SHOULD HAVE WISHED BUT I'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO REMEMBER MY OLD FATHER'S WORDS I'M DONE FOR HARRY THE ESTATE IS IN YOUR HANDS NOW HE CLEARED HIS THROAT FOR A FULL MINUTE THERE WAS NO SOUND SAVE THE TICKING OF THE CLOCK
phonemes: ɪt wʌzðɪ ˈæɾɪtˌuːd ɪnwˌɪtʃ hiː θˈɔːt bˈɛst. mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs ɹˈæn ˈɔn: "aɪv nˈɜːsd ðɪ ᵻstˈeɪt ˈɛvɚ sˈɪns ɪt kˈeɪm tə mˌiː; aɪv kˈæɹid ɔnðə tɹɐdˈɪʃən æz bˈɛst aɪ kˈʊd; aɪv nˌɑːt bˌɪn æz ɡˈʊd ɐ mˈæn, pɚhˈæps, æz aɪ ʃˌʊdəv wˈɪʃt, bˌʌt aɪv ˈɔːlweɪz tɹˈaɪd tə ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ maɪ ˈoʊld fˈɑːðɚz wˈɜːdz: aɪm dˈʌn fɔːɹ, hˈɔɹi; ðɪ ᵻstˈeɪtz ɪn jʊɹ hˈændz nˈaʊ.. hiː klˈɪɹd hɪz θɹˈoʊt. fɚɹə fˈʊl mˈɪnɪt ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd sˈeɪv ðə tˈɪkɪŋ ʌvðə klˈɑːk.