text_original: A voice behind her said: "Get out, Sam! Sorry to have kept you waiting. Won't you come in here?" Mrs. Pendyce, blushing and turning pale by turns, passed into a low, small, panelled room, smelling of cigars and spirits.
text_transcription: A VOICE BEHIND HER SAID GET OUT SAM SORRY TO HAVE KEPT YOU WAITING WON'T YOU COME IN HERE MISSUS PENDISE BLUSHING AND TURNING PALE BY TURNS PASSED INTO A LOW SMALL PANELLED ROOM SMELLING OF CIGARS AND SPIRITS
phonemes: ɐ vˈɔɪs bᵻhˌaɪnd hɜː sˈɛd: "ɡɛt ˈaʊt, sˈæm! sˈɑːɹi tə hæv kˈɛpt juː wˈeɪɾɪŋ. woʊnt juː kˈʌm ɪn hˈɪɹ?" mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs, blˈʌʃɪŋ ænd tˈɜːnɪŋ pˈeɪl baɪ tˈɜːnz, pˈæst ˌɪntʊ ɐ lˈoʊ, smˈɔːl, pˈænəld ɹˈuːm, smˈɛlɪŋ ʌv sᵻɡˈɑːɹz ænd spˈɪɹɪts.