text_original: "What price will you lay against my horse?" "Evens, Mr. Pendyce," replied the gentleman with the gold pencil, "to a monkey." George booked the bet. It was not his usual way of doing business, but to day everything seemed different, and something stronger than custom was at work.
text_transcription: WHAT PRICE WILL YOU LAY AGAINST MY HORSE EVENS MISTER PENDISE REPLIED THE GENTLEMAN WITH THE GOLD PENCIL TO A MONKEY GEORGE BOOKED THE BET IT WAS NOT HIS USUAL WAY OF DOING BUSINESS BUT TO DAY EVERYTHING SEEMED DIFFERENT AND SOMETHING STRONGER THAN CUSTOM WAS AT WORK
phonemes: "wˌʌt pɹˈaɪs wɪl juː lˈeɪ ɐɡˈɛnst maɪ hˈɔːɹs?" "ˈiːvənz, mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə dʒˈɛntəlmən wɪððə ɡˈoʊld pˈɛnsəl, "tʊ ɐ mˈʌŋki." dʒˈɔːɹdʒ bˈʊkt ðə bˈɛt. ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt hɪz jˈuːʒuːəl wˈeɪ ʌv dˌuːɪŋ bˈɪznəs, bˌʌt tə dˈeɪ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ sˈiːmd dˈɪfɹənt, ænd sˈʌmθɪŋ stɹˈɔŋɡɚ ðɐn kˈʌstəm wʌz æt wˈɜːk.