text_original: And he waved his arm at the line of peering red faces by the pickets. Monsieur Gratiot smiled at Clark. "And there's another point of resemblance between myself and Monsieur Vigo." "Have you taken the paper money?" I demanded. Monsieur Gratiot slapped his linen breeches.
text_transcription: AND HE WAVED HIS ARM AT THE LINE OF PEERING RED FACES BY THE PICKETS MONSIEUR GRATIOT SMILED AT CLARK AND THERE'S ANOTHER PART OF RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN MYSELF AND MONSOE VIGO HAVE YOU TAKEN THE PAPER MONEY I DEMANDED MONSIEUR GRATIARD SLAPPED HIS LINEN BREECHES
phonemes: ænd hiː wˈeɪvd hɪz ˈɑːɹm æt ðə lˈaɪn ʌv pˈɪɹɪŋ ɹˈɛd fˈeɪsᵻz baɪ ðə pˈɪkɪts. məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət smˈaɪld æt klˈɑːɹk. "ænd ðɛɹz ɐnˈʌðɚ pˈɔɪnt ʌv ɹᵻzˈɛmbləns bᵻtwˌiːn maɪsˈɛlf ænd məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊ." "hæv juː tˈeɪkən ðə pˈeɪpɚ mˈʌni?" aɪ dᵻmˈændᵻd. məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət slˈæpt hɪz lˈɪnɪn bɹˈiːtʃᵻz.