text_original: "There's the gong, Horace," she said. "Cecil Tharp is here to dinner. I asked the Barters, but poor Rose didn't feel up to it. Of course they are expecting it very soon now. They talk of the 15th of June." Mr. Pendyce took from his wife his coat, passing his arms down the satin sleeves. "If I could get the cottagers to have families like that," he said, "I shouldn't have much trouble about labour. They're a pig headed lot  do nothing that they're told.
text_transcription: THERE'S THE GONG HORACE SHE SAID CECIAL THARK IS HERE TO DINNER I ASKED THE BARTERS BUT POOR ROSE DIDN'T FEEL UP TO IT OF COURSE THEY'RE EXPECTING IT VERY SOON NOW THEY TALK OF THE FIFTEENTH OF JUNE MISTER KENDAISE TOOK FROM HIS WIFE HIS COAT PASSING HIS ARMS DOWN THE SATIN SLEEVES IF I COULD GET THE COTTAGERS TO HAVE FAMILIES LIKE THAT HE SAID I SHOULDN'T HAVE MUCH TROUBLE ABOUT LABOR THEY'RE PIG HEADED LOT DO NOTHING THAT THEY'RE TOLD
phonemes: "ðɛɹz ðə ɡˈɔŋ, hˈɔːɹəs," ʃiː sˈɛd. "sˈɛsəl θˈɑːɹp ɪz hˈɪɹ tə dˈɪnɚ. aɪ ˈæskt ðə bˈɑːɹɾɚz, bˌʌt pˈʊɹ ɹˈoʊz dˈɪdnt fˈiːl ˈʌp tʊ ɪt. ʌv kˈɔːɹs ðeɪ ɑːɹ ɛkspˈɛktɪŋ ɪt vˈɛɹi sˈuːn nˈaʊ. ðeɪ tˈɔːk ʌvðə fˈɪftiːnθ ʌv dʒˈuːn." mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs tˈʊk fɹʌm hɪz wˈaɪf hɪz kˈoʊt, pˈæsɪŋ hɪz ˈɑːɹmz dˌaʊn ðə sˈætɪn slˈiːvz. "ɪf aɪ kʊd ɡɛt ðə kˈɑːɾɪdʒɚz tə hæv fˈæmɪliz lˈaɪk ðˈæt," hiː sˈɛd, "aɪ ʃˌʊdənthəv mˈʌtʃ tɹˈʌbəl ɐbˌaʊt lˈeɪbɚ. ðeɪɚɹ ɐ pˈɪɡ hˈɛdᵻd lˈɑːt dˈuː nˈʌθɪŋ ðæt ðeɪɚ tˈoʊld.