text_original: But Horace Pendyce made no answer. A single thought possessed his bewildered, angry mind: '.y son a gambler! Worsted Skeynes in the hands of a gambler!' The Rector rose. "It's all rumour. You shouldn't pay any attention.
text_transcription: BUT HORACE PENDISE MADE NO ANSWER A SINGLE THOUGHT POSSESSED HIS BEWILDERED ANGRY MIND MY SON A GAMBLER WORSTED SKEINS IN THE HANDS OF A GAMBLER THE RECTOR ROSE IT'S ALL RUMOUR YOU SHOULDN'T PAY ANY ATTENTION
phonemes: bˌʌt hˈɔːɹəs pˈɛndaɪs mˌeɪd nˈoʊ ˈænsɚ. ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl θˈɔːt pəzˈɛst hɪz bᵻwˈɪldɚd, ˈæŋɡɹi mˈaɪnd:.wˈaɪ sˈʌn ɐ ɡˈæmblɚ! wˈɜːstᵻd skˈeɪnz ɪnðə hˈændz əvə ɡˈæmblɚ!ðə ɹˈɛktɚ ɹˈoʊz. "ɪts ˈɔːl ɹˈuːmɚ. juː ʃˌʊdənt pˈeɪ ˌɛni ɐtˈɛnʃən.