text_original: The Squire stood motionless. A gambler! To him, whose existence was bound up in Worsted Skeynes, whose every thought had some direct or indirect connection with it, whose son was but the occupier of that place he must at last vacate, whose religion was ancestor worship, whose dread was change, no word could be so terrible. A gambler!
text_transcription: THE SQUIRE STOOD MOTIONLESS A GAMBLER TO HIM WHOSE EXISTENCE WAS BOUND UP IN WORSTED SCHEMES WHOSE EVERY THOUGHT HAD SOME DIRECT OR INDIRECT CONNECTION WITH IT WHOSE SON WAS BUT THE OCCUPIER OF THAT PLACE HE MUST AT LAST VACATE WHOSE RELIGION WAS ANCESTOR WORSHIP WHOSE DREAD WAS CHANGED NO WORD COULD BE SO TERRIBLE A GAMBLER
phonemes: ðə skwˈaɪɚ stˈʊd mˈoʊʃənləs. ɐ ɡˈæmblɚ! tə hˌɪm, hˌuːz ɛɡzˈɪstəns wʌz bˈaʊnd ˌʌp ɪn wˈɜːstᵻd skˈeɪnz, hˌuːz ˈɛvɹi θˈɔːt hˌæd sʌm dᵻɹˈɛkt ɔːɹ ˌɪndɚɹˈɛkt kənˈɛkʃən wɪð ɪt, hˌuːz sˈʌn wʌz bˌʌt ðɪ ˈɑːkjuːpˌaɪɚɹ ʌv ðæt plˈeɪs hiː mˈʌst æt lˈæst vˈeɪkeɪt, hˌuːz ɹᵻlˈɪdʒən wʌz ˈænsɛstɚ wˈɜːʃɪp, hˌuːz dɹˈɛd wʌz tʃˈeɪndʒ, nˈoʊ wˈɜːd kʊd biː sˌoʊ tˈɛɹᵻbəl. ɐ ɡˈæmblɚ!