text_original: "Take him away," he said, and his eyes followed the Ambler's receding form. A racing man of a different race, whom he knew and did not like, came up to him as he left the paddock. "I suppothe you won't thell your horse, Pendythe?" he said.
text_transcription: TAKE HIM AWAY HE SAID AND HIS EYES FOLLOWED THE AMBLER'S RECEDING FORM A RACING MAN OF A DIFFERENT RACE WHOM HE KNEW AND DID NOT LIKE CAME UP TO HIM AS HE LEFT THE PAPOCK I SUPPOSE YOU WON'T SELL YOUR HORSE PENDIFE HE SAID
phonemes: "tˈeɪk hˌɪm ɐwˈeɪ," hiː sˈɛd, ænd hɪz ˈaɪz fˈɑːloʊd ðɪ ˈæmblɚz ɹᵻsˈiːdɪŋ fˈɔːɹm. ɐ ɹˈeɪsɪŋ mˈæn əvə dˈɪfɹənt ɹˈeɪs, hˈuːm hiː nˈuː ænd dɪdnˌɑːt lˈaɪk, kˈeɪm ˌʌp tə hˌɪm æz hiː lˈɛft ðə pˈædək. "aɪ səpˈɑːð juː woʊnt θˈɛl jʊɹ hˈɔːɹs, pˈɛndaɪð?" hiː sˈɛd.