text_original: There is no place, no corner, on a racecourse where a man may show his heart. George did but lay his forehead against the velvet of his horse's muzzle, and for one short second hold it there. The Ambler awaited the end of that brief caress, then with a snort threw up his head, and with his wild, soft eyes seemed saying, 'You fools! what do you know of me?' George stepped to one side.
text_transcription: THERE'S NO PLACE NO CORNER ON A RACECOURSE WHERE A MAN MAY SHOW HIS HEART GEORGE DID BUT LAY HIS FOREHEAD AGAINST THE VELVET OF HIS HORSE'S MUZZLE AND FOR ONE SHORT SECOND HOLD IT THERE THE AMBLER WAITED THE END OF THAT BRIEF CARESS THEN WITH A SNORT THREW UP HIS HEAD AND WITH HIS WILD SOFT EYES SEEMED SAYING YOU FOOLS WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF ME GEORGE STEPPED TO ONE SIDE
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ plˈeɪs, nˈoʊ kˈɔːɹnɚ, ˌɔn ɐ ɹˈeɪskɔːɹs wˌɛɹ ɐ mˈæn mˈeɪ ʃˈoʊ hɪz hˈɑːɹt. dʒˈɔːɹdʒ dˈɪd bˌʌt lˈeɪ hɪz fˈɔːɹhɛd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə vˈɛlvɪt ʌv hɪz hˈɔːɹsᵻz mˈʌzəl, ænd fɔːɹ wˈʌn ʃˈɔːɹt sˈɛkənd hˈoʊld ɪt ðˈɛɹ. ðɪ ˈæmblɚɹ ɐwˈeɪɾᵻd ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv ðæt bɹˈiːf kɚɹˈɛs, ðˈɛn wɪð ɐ snˈɔːɹt θɹˈuː ˌʌp hɪz hˈɛd, ænd wɪð hɪz wˈaɪld, sˈɔft ˈaɪz sˈiːmd sˈeɪɪŋ, juː fˈuːlz! wˌʌt dˈuː juː nˈoʊ ʌv mˌiː?dʒˈɔːɹdʒ stˈɛpt tə wˈʌn sˈaɪd.