text_original: His face, his carriage, his quick movement and stride filled my notion of a hero, and my instinct told me he was a gentleman born. "Why, bless my soul, it's Tom McChesney!" he cried, ten paces away, while Tom grinned with pleasure at the recognition. "But what have you here?"
text_transcription: HIS FACE HIS CARRIAGE HIS QUICK MOVEMENT AND STRIDE FILLED MY NOTION OF A HERO AND MY INSTINCT TOLD ME HE WAS A GENTLEMAN BORN WHY BLESS MY SOUL IT'S TOM MAJESTNE HE CRIED TEN PACES AWAY WHILE TOM GRINNED WITH PLEASURE AT THE RECOGNITION BUT WHAT HAVE YOU HERE
phonemes: hɪz fˈeɪs, hɪz kˈæɹɪdʒ, hɪz kwˈɪk mˈuːvmənt ænd stɹˈaɪd fˈɪld maɪ nˈoʊʃən əvə hˈiəɹoʊ, ænd maɪ ˈɪnstɪŋkt tˈoʊld mˌiː hiː wʌzɐ dʒˈɛntəlmən bˈɔːɹn. "wˈaɪ, blˈɛs maɪ sˈoʊl, ɪts tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni!" hiː kɹˈaɪd, tˈɛn pˈeɪsᵻz ɐwˈeɪ, wˌaɪl tˈɑːm ɡɹˈɪnd wɪð plˈɛʒɚɹ æt ðə ɹˌɛkəɡnˈɪʃən. "bˌʌt wʌt hæv juː hˈɪɹ?"