text_original: "Afraid you had a bad race, old chap! I hear you've sold the Ambler to that fellow Guilderstein." In George's heart something snapped. '.lready?' he thought. 'The brute's been crowing. And it's that little bounder that my horse  my horse....'
text_transcription: AFRAID YOU HAD A BAD RACE OLD CHAP I HEARD YOU'VE SOLD THE AMBLER TO THAT FELLOW GUILDERSTEIN IN GEORGE'S HEART SOMETHING SMACKED ALREADY HE THOUGHT THE BRUTE'S BEEN CROWING AND IT'S THAT LITTLE BOUNDER THAT MY HORSE MY HORSE
phonemes: "ɐfɹˈeɪd juː hæd ɐ bˈæd ɹˈeɪs, ˈoʊld tʃˈæp! aɪ hˈɪɹ juːv sˈoʊld ðɪ ˈæmblɚ tə ðæt fˈɛloʊ ɡˈɪldɚstˌaɪn." ɪn dʒˈɔːɹdʒᵻz hˈɑːɹt sˈʌmθɪŋ snˈæpt..ˈɛlɹˈɛdi?hiː θˈɔːt. ðə bɹˈuːts bˌɪn kɹˈoʊɪŋ. ænd ɪts ðæt lˈɪɾəl bˈaʊndɚ ðæt maɪ hˈɔːɹs maɪ hˈɔːɹs....