text_original: "David," said Mr. Marshall, sharply, "what the devil is this I hear of your carrying a torch in a Jacobin procession?" "You may put it down to liquor, Mr. Marshall," I answered. "Then you must have had a cask, egad," said Mr. Marshall, "for I never saw you drunk." I laughed. "I shall not attempt to explain it, sir," I answered. "You must not allow your drum to drag you into bad company again," said he, and resumed his conversation.
text_transcription: DAVID SAID MISTER MARSHALL SHARPLY WHAT THE DEVIL IS THIS I HEAR OF YOUR CARRYING A TORCH AND A JACOBIN PROCESSION YOU MAY PUT IT DOWN TO LIQUOR MISTER MARSHALL I ANSWERED THEN YOU MUST HAVE HAD A CASKY GAD SAID MISTER MARSHALL FOR I NEVER SAW YOU DRUNK I LAUGHED I SHALL NOT ATTEMPT TO EXPLAIN IT SIR I ANSWERED YOU MUST NOT ALLOW YOUR DRUM TO DRAG YOU INTO BAD COMPANY AGAIN SAID HE AND RESUMED HIS CONVERSATION
phonemes: "dˈeɪvɪd," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. mˈɑːɹʃəl, ʃˈɑːɹpli, "wˌʌt ðə dˈɛvəl ɪz ðɪs aɪ hˈɪɹ ʌv jʊɹ kˈæɹiɪŋ ɐ tˈɔːɹtʃ ɪn ɐ dʒˈækəbˌɪn pɹəsˈɛʃən?" "juː mˈeɪ pˌʊt ɪt dˌaʊn tə lˈɪkɚ, mˈɪstɚ. mˈɑːɹʃəl," aɪ ˈænsɚd. "ðˈɛn juː mˈʌstɐv hæd ɐ kˈæsk, ˈɛɡæd," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. mˈɑːɹʃəl, "fɔːɹ aɪ nˈɛvɚ sˈɔː juː dɹˈʌŋk." aɪ lˈæft. "aɪʃˌɐl nˌɑːt ɐtˈɛmpt tʊ ɛksplˈeɪn ɪt, sˌɜː," aɪ ˈænsɚd. "juː mˈʌst nˌɑːt ɐlˈaʊ jʊɹ dɹˈʌm tə dɹˈæɡ juː ˌɪntʊ bˈæd kˈʌmpəni ɐɡˈɛn," sˈɛd hiː, ænd ɹᵻzˈuːmd hɪz kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən.