text_original: They, too, seemed equally confounded. "It must be Temple's son," said one, at last. "I had thought the family at Temple Bow. What's your name, my lad?" "David Trimble, sir," said I. "And what are you doing here?" he asked more sternly.
text_transcription: THEY TOO SEEMED EQUALLY CONFOUNDED IT MUST BE TEMPLE SON SAID ONE AT LAST I HAD TAUGHT THE FAMILY AT TEMPLE BEAU WHAT'S YOUR NAME MY LAD DAVID TREMBLE SIR SAID I WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE HE ASKED MORE STERNLY
phonemes: ðeɪ, tˈuː, sˈiːmd ˈiːkwəli kənfˈaʊndᵻd. "ɪt mˈʌst biː tˈɛmpəlz sˈʌn," sˈɛd wˌʌn, æt lˈæst. "aɪ hæd θˈɔːt ðə fˈæmɪli æt tˈɛmpəl bˈoʊ. wˌʌts jʊɹ nˈeɪm, maɪ lˈæd?" "dˈeɪvɪd tɹˈɪmbəl, sˌɜː," sˈɛd ˈaɪ. "ænd wʌt ɑːɹ juː dˌuːɪŋ hˈɪɹ?" hiː ˈæskt mˈɔːɹ stˈɜːnli.