text_original: The Squire broke in: "Don't think that I'll have any humble pie eaten to that fellow Bellew!" The look Mr. Paramor gave him at those words, was like that of a doctor diagnosing a disease.
text_transcription: THE SQUIRE BROKE IN DON'T THINK THAT I'LL HAVE ANY HUMBLE PIE EATEN TO THAT FELLOW BALLOO THE LOOK MISTER BARREMORE GAVE HIM AT THOSE WORDS WAS LIKE THAT OF A DOCTOR DIAGNOSING A DISEASE
phonemes: ðə skwˈaɪɚ bɹˈoʊk ˈɪn: "dˈoʊnt θˈɪŋk ðæt aɪl hæv ˌɛni hˈʌmbəl pˈaɪ ˈiːʔn̩ tə ðæt fˈɛloʊ bˈɛluː!" ðə lˈʊk mˈɪstɚ. pˈæɹəmɚ ɡˈeɪv hˌɪm æt ðoʊz wˈɜːdz, wʌz lˈaɪk ðæt əvə dˈɑːktɚ dˌaɪəɡnˈoʊzɪŋ ɐ dɪzˈiːz.