text_original: That Mr. Pendyce should have chosen this moment to come up was as though Providence, that knoweth all things, knew the natural thing for Mr. Pendyce to do. "Afternoon, Squire. Dry weather; rain's badly wanted. I'll get no feed if this goes on." Mr. Pendyce answered: "Afternoon, Peacock. Why, your fields are first rate for grass." They hastily turned their eyes away, for at that moment they could not bear to see each other.
text_transcription: THAT MISTER PENDISE SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN THIS MOMENT TO COME UP WAS AS THOUGH PROVIDENCE THAT KNOWETH ALL THINGS KNEW THE NATURAL THING FOR MISTER PENDISE TO DO AFTERNOON SQUIRE DRY WEATHER RAIN'S BADLY WANTED I'LL GET NO FEED IF THIS GOES ON MISTER PENDISE ANSWERED AFTERNOON PEACOCK WHY YOUR FIELDS ARE FIRST RATE FOR BRASS THEY HASTILY TURNED THEIR EYES AWAY FOR AT THAT MOMENT THEY COULD NOT BEAR TO SEE EACH OTHER
phonemes: ðæt mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs ʃˌʊdəv tʃˈoʊzən ðɪs mˈoʊmənt tə kˈʌm ˌʌp wʌz æz ðˌoʊ pɹˈɑːvɪdəns, ðæt nˈoʊəθ ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz, nˈuː ðə nˈætʃɚɹəl θˈɪŋ fɔːɹ mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs tə dˈuː. "ˌæftɚnˈuːn, skwˈaɪɚ. dɹˈaɪ wˈɛðɚ; ɹˈeɪnz bˈædli wˈɔntᵻd. aɪl ɡɛt nˈoʊ fˈiːd ɪf ðɪs ɡoʊz ˈɔn." mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs ˈænsɚd: "ˌæftɚnˈuːn, pˈiːkɑːk. wˈaɪ, jʊɹ fˈiːldz ɑːɹ fˈɜːst ɹˈeɪt fɔːɹ ɡɹˈæs." ðeɪ hˈeɪstili tˈɜːnd ðɛɹ ˈaɪz ɐwˈeɪ, fɔːɹ æt ðæt mˈoʊmənt ðeɪ kʊd nˌɑːt bˈɛɹ tə sˈiː ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ.