text_original: CHAPTER XII THE SQUIRE MAKES UP HIS MIND That same evening at nine o'clock, sitting over the last glass of a pint of port, Mr. Barter felt an irresistible longing for enjoyment, an impulse towards expansion and his fellow men.
text_transcription: CHAPTER TWELVE THE SQUIRE MAKES UP HIS MIND THAT SAME EVENING AT NINE O'CLOCK SITTING OVER THE LAST GLASS OF A PINT OF PORT MISTER BARDER FELT AN IRRESISTIBLE LONGING FOR ENJOYMENT AN IMPULSE TOWARDS EXPANSION AND HIS FELLOW MEN
phonemes: tʃˈæptɚ ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv ðə skwˈaɪɚ mˌeɪks ˌʌp hɪz mˈaɪnd ðæt sˈeɪm ˈiːvnɪŋ æt nˈaɪn əklˈɑːk, sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə lˈæst ɡlˈæs əvə pˈaɪnt ʌv pˈɔːɹt, mˈɪstɚ. bˈɑːɹɾɚ fˈɛlt ɐn ɪɹᵻzˈɪstᵻbəl lˈɔŋɪŋ fɔːɹ ɛndʒˈɔɪmənt, ɐn ˈɪmpʌls təwˈɔːɹdz ɛkspˈænʃən ænd hɪz fˈɛloʊ mˈɛn.