text_original: "How dare you, Horace!" she cried. The Squire, letting go the bed rail, paced to and fro. There was something savage in the sound of his footsteps through the utter silence. "I've made up my mind," he said.
text_transcription: HOW DARE YOU HORACE SHE CRIED THE SQUIRE LET HIM GO THE BED RAIL PACED TO AND FRO THERE WAS SOMETHING SAVAGE IN THE SOUND OF HIS FOOTSTEPS THROUGH THE UTTER SILENCE I'VE MADE UP MY MIND HE SAID
phonemes: "hˌaʊ dˈɛɹ juː, hˈɔːɹəs!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd. ðə skwˈaɪɚ, lˈɛɾɪŋ ɡˌoʊ ðə bˈɛd ɹˈeɪl, pˈeɪst tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ. ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ sˈævɪdʒ ɪnðə sˈaʊnd ʌv hɪz fˈʊtstɛps θɹuː ðɪ ˈʌɾɚ sˈaɪləns. "aɪv mˌeɪd ˌʌp maɪ mˈaɪnd," hiː sˈɛd.