text_original: Tom pulled it from the bosom of his hunting shirt to show me, and in it was a little ring of hair like unto the finest spun red gold. This was the message Polly Ann had sent,  a message from little Tom as well.
text_transcription: TOM PULLED IT FROM THE BOSOM OF HIS HUNTING SHIRT TO SHOW ME AND IN IT WAS A LITTLE RING OF HAIR LIKENED TO THE FINEST SPUN RED GOLD THIS WAS THE MESSAGE POLLYANNE HAD SENT A MESSAGE FROM LITTLE TOM AS WELL
phonemes: tˈɑːm pˈʊld ɪt fɹʌmðə bˈʊzəm ʌv hɪz hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt tə ʃˈoʊ mˌiː, ænd ɪn ɪt wʌzɐ lˈɪɾəl ɹˈɪŋ ʌv hˈɛɹ lˈaɪk ˌʌntʊ ðə fˈaɪnɪst spˈʌn ɹˈɛd ɡˈoʊld. ðɪs wʌzðə mˈɛsɪdʒ pˈɑːli ˈæn hæd sˈɛnt,  ɐ mˈɛsɪdʒ fɹʌm lˈɪɾəl tˈɑːm æz wˈɛl.