text_original: "Is your master at home?" said my father. Without another word he led us through a deep hall, and out into a gallery above the trees of a back garden, where a gentleman sat smoking a long pipe.
text_transcription: IS YOUR MASTER HOME SAID MY FATHER WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD HE LED US THROUGH A DEEP HALL AND OUT INTO A GALLERY ABOVE THE TREES OF A BACK GARDEN WHERE A GENTLEMAN SAT SMOKING A LONG PIPE
phonemes: "ɪz jʊɹ mˈæstɚɹ æt hˈoʊm?" sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ. wɪðˌaʊt ɐnˈʌðɚ wˈɜːd hiː lˈɛd ˌʌs θɹuː ɐ dˈiːp hˈɔːl, ænd ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɡˈælɚɹi əbˌʌv ðə tɹˈiːz əvə bˈæk ɡˈɑːɹdən, wˌɛɹ ɐ dʒˈɛntəlmən sˈæt smˈoʊkɪŋ ɐ lˈɔŋ pˈaɪp.