text_original: Mr. Barter pushed his chair back, and raising his right ankle on to his left leg, clasped his hands round his right knee; then, leaning forward, he stared up under his jutting brows at Mr. Pendyce. It was the attitude in which he thought best.
text_transcription: MISTER BARDER PUSHED HIS CHAIR BACK AND RAISING HIS RIGHT ANKLE ON HIS LEFT LEG CLASPED HIS HANDS ROUND HIS RIGHT KNEE THEN LEANING FORWARD HE STARED UP UNDER HIS JUTTING BROWS AT MISTER PENDOSE IT WAS THE ATTITUDE IN WHICH HE THOUGHT BEST
phonemes: mˈɪstɚ. bˈɑːɹɾɚ pˈʊʃt hɪz tʃˈɛɹ bˈæk, ænd ɹˈeɪzɪŋ hɪz ɹˈaɪt ˈæŋkəl ˌɔn tə hɪz lˈɛft lˈɛɡ, klˈæspt hɪz hˈændz ɹˈaʊnd hɪz ɹˈaɪt nˈiː; ðˈɛn, lˈiːnɪŋ fˈɔːɹwɚd, hiː stˈɛɹd ˌʌp ˌʌndɚ hɪz dʒˈʌɾɪŋ bɹˈaʊz æt mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs. ɪt wʌzðɪ ˈæɾɪtˌuːd ɪnwˌɪtʃ hiː θˈɔːt bˈɛst.