text_original: To this Mr. Paramor made no reply, but pressed his lips together. "There's your poor dog whining," he said. And without waiting for permission he opened the door. Mrs. Pendyce and the spaniel John came in. The Squire looked up and frowned. The spaniel John, panting with delight, rubbed against him. 'I have been through torment, master,' he seemed to say. 'A second separation at present is not possible for me!'
text_transcription: TO THIS PIRMWELL MADE NO REPLY BUT PRESSED HIS LIPS TOGETHER THERE'S YOUR POOR DOG WHARNING HE SAID AND WITHOUT WAITING FOR PERMISSION HE OPENED THE DOOR MISSUS PENDISE AND THE SPANIEL JOHN CAME IN THE SQUIRE LOOKED UP AND FROWNED THE SPANIEL JOHN PANTING WITH DELIGHT RUBBED AGAINST HIM I'VE BEEN THROUGH TORMENT MASTER HE SEEMED TO SAY A SECOND SEPARATION AT PRESENT IS NOT POSSIBLE FOR ME
phonemes: tə ðɪs mˈɪstɚ. pˈæɹəmɚ mˌeɪd nˈoʊ ɹᵻplˈaɪ, bˌʌt pɹˈɛst hɪz lˈɪps təɡˈɛðɚ. "ðɛɹz jʊɹ pˈʊɹ dˈɑːɡ wˈaɪnɪŋ," hiː sˈɛd. ænd wɪðˌaʊt wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ pɚmˈɪʃən hiː ˈoʊpənd ðə dˈɔːɹ. mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs ænd ðə spˈænjəl dʒˈɑːn kˈeɪm ˈɪn. ðə skwˈaɪɚ lˈʊkt ˌʌp ænd fɹˈaʊnd. ðə spˈænjəl dʒˈɑːn, pˈæntɪŋ wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt, ɹˈʌbd ɐɡˈɛnst hˌɪm. aɪ hɐvbɪn θɹuː tˈɔːɹmɛnt, mˈæstɚ,hiː sˈiːmd tə sˈeɪ. ɐ sˈɛkənd sˌɛpɚɹˈeɪʃən æt pɹˈɛzənt ɪz nˌɑːt pˈɑːsᵻbəl fɔːɹ mˌiː!