text_original: Better go for your walk." Mr. Barter pressed his lips to her quivering hand, and backed from the room. Outside the door he struck at the air with his fist, and, running downstairs, was once more lost to sight.
text_transcription: BETTER GO FOR YOUR WALK MISTER BARDON PRESSED HIS LIPS TO HER QUIVERING HAND AND BACKED FROM THE ROOM OUTSIDE THE ROOM HE STRUCK AT THE AIR WITH HIS FIST AND RUNNING DOWNSTAIRS WAS ONCE MORE LOST TO SIGHT
phonemes: bˈɛɾɚ ɡˌoʊ fɔːɹ jʊɹ wˈɔːk." mˈɪstɚ. bˈɑːɹɾɚ pɹˈɛst hɪz lˈɪps tə hɜː kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ hˈænd, ænd bˈækt fɹʌmðə ɹˈuːm. aʊtsˈaɪd ðə dˈɔːɹ hiː stɹˈʌk æt ðɪ ˈɛɹ wɪð hɪz fˈɪst, ænd, ɹˈʌnɪŋ dˈaʊnstɛɹz, wʌz wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ lˈɔst tə sˈaɪt.