text_original: The Squire looked up and frowned. The spaniel John, panting with delight, rubbed against him. 'I have been through torment, master,' he seemed to say. 'A second separation at present is not possible for me!'
text_transcription: THE SQUIRE LOOKED UP AND FROWNED THE SPANIEL JOHN PANTING WITH DELIGHT RUBBED AGAINST HIM I'VE BEEN THROUGH TORMENT MASTER HE SEEMED TO SAY A SECOND SEPARATION AT PRESENT IS NOT POSSIBLE FOR ME
phonemes: ðə skwˈaɪɚ lˈʊkt ˌʌp ænd fɹˈaʊnd. ðə spˈænjəl dʒˈɑːn, pˈæntɪŋ wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt, ɹˈʌbd ɐɡˈɛnst hˌɪm. aɪ hɐvbɪn θɹuː tˈɔːɹmɛnt, mˈæstɚ,hiː sˈiːmd tə sˈeɪ. ɐ sˈɛkənd sˌɛpɚɹˈeɪʃən æt pɹˈɛzənt ɪz nˌɑːt pˈɑːsᵻbəl fɔːɹ mˌiː!