text_original: "Moderation in all things  moderation in all things!" and his wife lying there  his doing, and.... There was a sound. The Rector's face, so brown and red, could not grow pale, but his great fists relaxed. Mrs. Pendyce was standing in the doorway with a peculiar half pitiful, half excited smile. "It's all right  a boy. The poor dear has had a dreadful time!"
text_transcription: MODERATION IN ALL THINGS MODERATION IN ALL THINGS AND HIS WIFE LYING THERE IS DOING AND THERE WAS A SOUND THE RECTOR'S FACE SO BROWN AND RED COULD NOT GROW PALE BUT HIS GREAT FISTS RELAXED MISSUS PENDISE WAS STANDING IN THE DOORWAY WITH A PECULIAR HALF PITIFUL HALF EXCITED SMILE IT'S ALL RIGHT A BOY THE POOR DEAR HAS HAD A DREADFUL TIME
phonemes: "mˌɑːdɚɹˈeɪʃən ɪn ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz mˌɑːdɚɹˈeɪʃən ɪn ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz!" ænd hɪz wˈaɪf lˈaɪɪŋ ðɛɹ hɪz dˈuːɪŋ, ænd.... ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ sˈaʊnd. ðə ɹˈɛktɚz fˈeɪs, sˌoʊ bɹˈaʊn ænd ɹˈɛd, kʊd nˌɑːt ɡɹˈoʊ pˈeɪl, bˌʌt hɪz ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɪsts ɹᵻlˈækst. mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs wʌz stˈændɪŋ ɪnðə dˈɔːɹweɪ wɪð ɐ pɪkjˈuːlɪɹ hˈæf pˈɪɾifəl, hˈæf ɛksˈaɪɾᵻd smˈaɪl. "ɪts ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt ɐ bˈɔɪ. ðə pˈʊɹ dˈɪɹ hɐz hæd ɐ dɹˈɛdfəl tˈaɪm!"