text_original: And the same brown owl that had hooted when Helen Bellew kissed George Pendyce in the conservatory hooted again now that Gregory walked grieving over the fruits of that kiss. His thoughts were of Mr. Barter, and with the injustice natural to a man who took a warm and personal view of things, he painted the Rector in colours darker than his cloth.
text_transcription: AND THE SAME BROWN OWL THAT HAD HOOTED WHEN HELEN BLEW KISSED GEORGE PENDISE IN THE CONSERVATORY HOOTED AGAIN NOW THAT GREGORY WALKED GRIEVING OVER THE FRUITS OF THAT KISS HIS THOUGHTS WERE OF MISTER BARTER AND WITH THE INJUSTICE NATURAL TO A MAN WHO TOOK A WARM AND PERSONAL VIEW OF THINGS HE PAINTED THE RECTOR IN COLORS DARKER THAN HIS CLOTH
phonemes: ænd ðə sˈeɪm bɹˈaʊn ˈaʊl ðæt hæd hˈuːɾᵻd wɛn hˈɛlən bˈɛluː kˈɪst dʒˈɔːɹdʒ pˈɛndaɪs ɪnðə kənsˈɜːvətˌɔːɹi hˈuːɾᵻd ɐɡˈɛn nˈaʊ ðæt ɡɹˈɛɡɚɹi wˈɔːkt ɡɹˈiːvɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə fɹˈuːts ʌv ðæt kˈɪs. hɪz θˈɔːts wɜːɹ ʌv mˈɪstɚ. bˈɑːɹɾɚ, ænd wɪððɪ ɪndʒˈʌstɪs nˈætʃɚɹəl tʊ ɐ mˈæn hˌuː tˈʊk ɐ wˈɔːɹm ænd pˈɜːsənəl vjˈuː ʌv θˈɪŋz, hiː pˈeɪntᵻd ðə ɹˈɛktɚɹ ɪn kˈʌlɚz dˈɑːɹkɚ ðɐn hɪz klˈɔθ.