text_original: A racing man of a different race, whom he knew and did not like, came up to him as he left the paddock. "I suppothe you won't thell your horse, Pendythe?" he said. "I'll give you five thou. for him. He ought never to have lotht; the beating won't help him with the handicappers a little bit." '.ou carrion crow!' thought George. "Thanks; he's not for sale," he answered.
text_transcription: A RACING MAN OF A DIFFERENT RACE WHOM HE KNEW AND DID NOT LIKE CAME UP TO HIM AS HE LEFT THE PAPOCK I SUPPOSE YOU WON'T SELL YOUR HORSE PENDIFE HE SAID I'LL GIVE YOU FIVE THOUSAND FOR HIM HE OUGHT NEVER TO HAVE LOST THE BEATING BULL HELPED HIM WITH THE HANDICAPPERS A LITTLE BIT YOU CARRION CREW THOUGHT GEORGE THANKS HE IS NOT FOR SALE HE ANSWERED
phonemes: ɐ ɹˈeɪsɪŋ mˈæn əvə dˈɪfɹənt ɹˈeɪs, hˈuːm hiː nˈuː ænd dɪdnˌɑːt lˈaɪk, kˈeɪm ˌʌp tə hˌɪm æz hiː lˈɛft ðə pˈædək. "aɪ səpˈɑːð juː woʊnt θˈɛl jʊɹ hˈɔːɹs, pˈɛndaɪð?" hiː sˈɛd. "aɪl ɡˈɪv juː fˈaɪv ðˈaʊ. fɔːɹ hˌɪm. hiː ˈɔːt nˈɛvɚ tə hæv lˈɑːθt; ðə bˈiːɾɪŋ woʊnt hˈɛlp hˌɪm wɪððə hˈændɪkˌæpɚz ɐ lˈɪɾəl bˈɪt.".ˈuː kˈæɹiən kɹˈoʊ!θˈɔːt dʒˈɔːɹdʒ. "θˈæŋks; hiːz nˌɑːt fɔːɹ sˈeɪl," hiː ˈænsɚd.