text_original: "Cracked chap, that fellow Bellew. D'you see anything of him?" Mr. Pendyce answered: "No; and I want to see less. I wish he'd take himself off!" His lordship smiled. "A huntin' country seems to breed fellows like that; there's always one of 'em to every pack of hounds.
text_transcription: CRACKED CHAP THAT FELLOW BALLOO DO YOU SEE ANYTHING OF HIM MISTER PENDISE ANSWERED NO AND I WANT TO SEE LESS I WISH YOU'D TAKE HIMSELF OFF HIS LORDSHIP SMILED A HUNTING COUNTRY SEEMS TO BREED FELLOWS LIKE THAT THERE'S ALWAYS ONE OF EM TO EVERY PACK OF HOUNDS
phonemes: "kɹˈækt tʃˈæp, ðæt fˈɛloʊ bˈɛluː. dˈiːjˈuː sˈiː ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ʌv hˌɪm?" mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs ˈænsɚd: "nˈoʊ; ænd aɪ wˈɔnt tə sˈiː lˈɛs. aɪ wˈɪʃ hiːd tˈeɪk hɪmsˈɛlf ˈɔf!" hɪz lˈɔːɹdʃɪp smˈaɪld. "ɐ hˈʌntɪn kˈʌntɹi sˈiːmz tə bɹˈiːd fˈɛloʊz lˈaɪk ðˈæt; ðɛɹz ˈɔːlweɪz wˈʌn ʌv ˈɛm tʊ ˈɛvɹi pˈæk ʌv hˈaʊndz.