text_original: Again George nodded, and again felt that squeeze at his heart. "Aren't they coming to town this season?" "Haven't heard," answered George. "Have a cigar?" Winlow took the cigar, and cutting it with a small penknife, scrutinised George's square face with his leisurely eyes.
text_transcription: AGAIN GEORGE NODDED AND AGAIN FELT THAT SQUEEZED AT HIS HEART AREN'T THEY COMING TO TOWN THIS SEASON HAVEN'T HEARD ANSWERED GEORGE HAVE A CIGAR WINLOW TOOK THE CIGAR AND CUTTING IT WITH A SMALL PENKNIFE SCRUTINIZED GEORGE'S SQUARE FACE WITH HIS LEISURELY EYES
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn dʒˈɔːɹdʒ nˈɑːdᵻd, ænd ɐɡˈɛn fˈɛlt ðæt skwˈiːz æt hɪz hˈɑːɹt. "ˌɑːɹnt ðeɪ kˈʌmɪŋ tə tˈaʊn ðɪs sˈiːzən?" "hˈævənt hˈɜːd," ˈænsɚd dʒˈɔːɹdʒ. "hæv ɐ sᵻɡˈɑːɹ?" wˈɪnloʊ tˈʊk ðə sᵻɡˈɑːɹ, ænd kˈʌɾɪŋ ɪt wɪð ɐ smˈɔːl pˈɛnnaɪf, skɹˈuːtɪnˌaɪzd dʒˈɔːɹdʒᵻz skwˈɛɹ fˈeɪs wɪð hɪz lˈiːʒɚli ˈaɪz.