text_original: "Sorry the room's in such a mess. Don't often have the pleasure of seeing a lady. I was asleep; generally am at this time of year!" The bristly red moustache was contorted as though his lips were smiling. Mrs. Pendyce murmured vaguely.
text_transcription: SAR THE ROOM SUCH A MESS DON'T OFTEN HAVE THE PLEASURE OF SEEING A LADY I WAS ASLEEP GENERALLY AM AT THIS TIME OF YEAR THE BRISKLY RED MUSTACHE WAS CONTORTED AS THOUGH HIS LIPS WERE SMILING MISSUS PENDISE MURMURED VAGUELY
phonemes: "sˈɑːɹi ðə ɹˈuːmz ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ mˈɛs. dˈoʊnt ˈɔfən hæv ðə plˈɛʒɚɹ ʌv sˈiːɪŋ ɐ lˈeɪdi. aɪ wʌz ɐslˈiːp; dʒˈɛnɚɹəli ɐm æt ðɪs tˈaɪm ʌv jˈɪɹ!" ðə bɹˈɪstli ɹˈɛd məstˈæʃ wʌz kəntˈɔːɹɾᵻd æz ðˌoʊ hɪz lˈɪps wɜː smˈaɪlɪŋ. mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs mˈɜːmɚd vˈeɪɡli.