text_original: Now the table was covered with parchments and papers, and beside Colonel Clark sat a grave gentleman of about his own age. As I came into the room Colonel Clark relaxed, turned toward this gentleman, and said:   "Monsieur Gratiot, behold my commissary general, my strategist, my financier."
text_transcription: NOW THE TABLE WAS COVERED WITH PARCHMENTS AND PAPERS AND BESIDE COLONEL CLARK SAT A GRAVE GENTLEMAN OF ABOUT HIS OWN AGE AS I CAME INTO THE ROOM COLONEL CLARK RELAXED TURNED TOWARD THIS GENTLEMAN AND SAID MONSIEUR GRATIOT BEHOLD MY COMMISSARY GENERAL MY STRATEG MY FINANCIER
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðə tˈeɪbəl wʌz kˈʌvɚd wɪð pˈɑːɹtʃmənts ænd pˈeɪpɚz, ænd bᵻsˌaɪd kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk sˈæt ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv dʒˈɛntəlmən ʌv ɐbˌaʊt hɪz ˈoʊn ˈeɪdʒ. æz aɪ kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈuːm kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk ɹᵻlˈækst, tˈɜːnd təwˈɔːɹd ðɪs dʒˈɛntəlmən, ænd sˈɛd:   "məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət, bᵻhˈoʊld maɪ kəmˈɪsɚɹi dʒˈɛnɚɹəl, maɪ stɹˈæɾɪdʒˌɪst, maɪ faɪnˈænsiɚ."