text_original: "My lord and master!" said the lady, and there was so much of scorn in the words that Mr. Riddle winced. "Come," he said, "I grant now that you could make pans shine like pier glasses, that you could cook bacon to a turn  although I would have laid an hundred guineas against it some years ago.
text_transcription: MY LORD AND MASTER SAID THE LADY AND THERE WAS SO MUCH OF SCORN IN THE WORDS THAT MISTER RIDDLE WINCED COME HE SAID I GRANT NOW THAT YOU COULD MAKE PANS SHINE LIKE PEER GLASSES THAT YOU COULD COOK BACON TO A TURN ALTHOUGH I WOULD HAVE LAID A HUNDRED GUINEAS AGAINST IT SOME YEARS AGO
phonemes: "maɪ lˈɔːɹd ænd mˈæstɚ!" sˈɛd ðə lˈeɪdi, ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ʌv skˈɔːɹn ɪnðə wˈɜːdz ðæt mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl wˈɪnst. "kˈʌm," hiː sˈɛd, "aɪ ɡɹˈænt nˈaʊ ðæt juː kʊd mˌeɪk pˈænz ʃˈaɪn lˈaɪk pˈɪɹ ɡlˈæsᵻz, ðæt juː kʊd kˈʊk bˈeɪkən tʊ ɐ tˈɜːn ɔːlðˈoʊ aɪ wʊdhɐv lˈeɪd æn hˈʌndɹɪd ɡˈɪniz ɐɡˈɛnst ɪt sˌʌm jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ.