text_original: he said; and he took a breath of relief, for he knew that gratitude was dead within his soul. "Well, I wish mine at the home farm were half as good. Come, John!" and, touching the mare with his heel, Mr. Pendyce turned; but before he had gone a dozen paces he was back.
text_transcription: HE SAID AND HE TOOK A BREATH OF RELIEF FOR HE KNEW THAT GRATITUDE WAS DEAD WITHIN HIS SOUL WELL I WISH MINE AT THE HOME FARM WERE HALF AS GOOD COME JOHN AND TOUCHING THE MARE WITH HIS HEEL MISTER PENDISE TURNED BUT BEFORE HE HAD GONE A DOZEN PACES HE WAS BACK
phonemes: hiː sˈɛd; ænd hiː tˈʊk ɐ bɹˈɛθ ʌv ɹᵻlˈiːf, fɔːɹ hiː nˈuː ðæt ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd wʌz dˈɛd wɪðˌɪn hɪz sˈoʊl. "wˈɛl, aɪ wˈɪʃ mˈaɪn æt ðə hˈoʊm fˈɑːɹm wɜː hˈæf æz ɡˈʊd. kˈʌm, dʒˈɑːn!" ænd, tˈʌtʃɪŋ ðə mˈɛɹ wɪð hɪz hˈiːl, mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs tˈɜːnd; bˌʌt bᵻfˌɔːɹ hiː hæd ɡɔn ɐ dˈʌzən pˈeɪsᵻz hiː wʌz bˈæk.