text_original: The Rector turned crimson, and set his underlip. Having scented his enemy, nothing would now persuade him to withdraw; and the conviction that he had only done his duty, a little shaken by the Squire's confidence, returned as though by magic. "Yes, I know him."
text_transcription: THE RECTOR TURNED CRIMSON AND SET HIS UNDER LIP HAVING SCENTED HIS ENEMY NOTHING WOULD NOW PERSUADE HIM TO WITHDRAW AND THE CONVICTION THAT HE HAD ONLY DONE HIS DUTY A LITTLE SHAKEN BY THE SQUIRE'S CONFIDENCE RETURNED AS THOUGH BY MAGIC YES I KNOW HIM
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɛktɚ tˈɜːnd kɹˈɪmsən, ænd sˈɛt hɪz ˌʌndɚlˈɪp. hˌævɪŋ sˈɛntᵻd hɪz ˈɛnəmi, nˈʌθɪŋ wʊd nˈaʊ pɚswˈeɪd hˌɪm tə wɪθdɹˈɔː; ænd ðə kənvˈɪkʃən ðæt hiː hæd ˈoʊnli dˈʌn hɪz dˈuːɾi, ɐ lˈɪɾəl ʃˈeɪkən baɪ ðə skwˈaɪɚz kˈɑːnfɪdəns, ɹᵻtˈɜːnd æz ðˌoʊ baɪ mˈædʒɪk. "jˈɛs, aɪ nˈoʊ hˌɪm."