text_original: The whip came down again; straw was two lengths in front. Someone behind said: "The favourite's beat! No, he's not, by Jove!" For as though George's groan had found its way to the jockey's ears, he dropped his whip. The Ambler sprang forward.
text_transcription: THE WHIP CAME DOWN AGAIN STRAW WAS TWO LENGTHS IN FRONT SOME ONE BEHIND SAID THE FAVOURITE'S BEAT NOISE NOT BY JOVE FOR AS THOUGH GEORGE'S GROAN HAD FOUND ITS WAY TO THE JOCKEY'S EARS HE DROPPED HIS WHIP THE AMBLER SPRANG FORWARD
phonemes: ðə wˈɪp kˈeɪm dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn; stɹˈɔː wʌz tˈuː lˈɛŋθs ɪn fɹˈʌnt. sˈʌmwʌn bᵻhˌaɪnd sˈɛd: "ðə fˈeɪvɹɪts bˈiːt! nˈoʊ, hiːz nˈɑːt, baɪ dʒˈoʊv!" fɔːɹ æz ðˌoʊ dʒˈɔːɹdʒᵻz ɡɹˈoʊn hæd fˈaʊnd ɪts wˈeɪ tə ðə dʒˈɑːkiz ˈɪɹz, hiː dɹˈɑːpt hɪz wˈɪp. ðɪ ˈæmblɚ spɹˈæŋ fˈɔːɹwɚd.