text_original: He opened the hat trunk, produced an antiquated beaver with a gold cord, and surveyed it with a covetousness that was admirably feigned. For 'Polyte was an actor. "M'ssieurs, to own such a hat were a patent of nobility. Am I bid twenty livres?"
text_transcription: HE OPENED THE HAT TRUNK PRODUCED AN ANTIQUATED BEAVER WITH A GOLD CORD AND SURVEYED IT WITH A COVETEDNESS THAT WAS ADMIRABLY FEIGNED FOR POLATI WAS AN ACTOR ASSURS TO OWN SUCH A HAT WERE A PATTERN OF NOBILITY AM I BID TWENTY LIVERIES
phonemes: hiː ˈoʊpənd ðə hˈæt tɹˈʌŋk, pɹədˈuːst ɐn ˈæntɪkwˌeɪɾᵻd bˈiːvɚ wɪð ɐ ɡˈoʊld kˈɔːɹd, ænd sɚvˈeɪd ɪt wɪð ɐ kˈʌvəɾəsnəs ðæt wʌz ˈædmᵻɹəbli fˈeɪnd. fɔːɹ pˈɑːlɪt wʌz ɐn ˈæktɚ. "ˈɛmsˈiːɜːz, tʊ ˈoʊn sˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈæt wɜːɹ ɐ pˈæʔn̩t ʌv noʊbˈɪlᵻɾi. æm aɪ bˈɪd twˈɛnti lˈɪvɚz?"