text_original: At that he began to pace the little room, his hands clenched. "I could use your passport, Davy," he cried. "Let me have it." "Pardon me, Mr. Temple, I do not think you could," said the Vicomtesse. I flushed. I suppose the remark was not to be resisted.
text_transcription: AT THAT HE BEGAN TO PACE THE LITTLE ROOM HIS HANDS CLENCHED I COULD USE YOUR PASSPORT DAVY HE CRIED LET ME HAVE IT PARDON ME MISTER TEMPLE I DO NOT THINK YOU COULD SAID THE VICOMTESSA I FLUSHED I SUPPOSE THE REMARK WAS NOT TO BE RESISTED
phonemes: æt ðæt hiː bɪɡˈæn tə pˈeɪs ðə lˈɪɾəl ɹˈuːm, hɪz hˈændz klˈɛntʃt. "aɪ kʊd jˈuːz jʊɹ pˈæspɔːɹt, dˈeɪvi," hiː kɹˈaɪd. "lˈɛt mˌiː hˈæv ɪt." "pˈɑːɹdən mˌiː, mˈɪstɚ. tˈɛmpəl, aɪ duːnˌɑːt θˈɪŋk juː kˈʊd," sˈɛd ðə vˈɪkəmtˌɛs. aɪ flˈʌʃt. aɪ səpˈoʊz ðə ɹᵻmˈɑːɹk wʌz nˌɑːt təbi ɹᵻzˈɪstᵻd.