text_original: "Clive!" I cried, leaning towards him in my saddle. "Clive! And what became of them?" This time he gave me one of his searching looks, and it was not unmixed with astonishment.
text_transcription: CLIVE I CRIED LEANING TOWARDS HIM IN MY SADDLE CLIVE AND WHAT BECAME OF THEM THIS TIME HE GAVE ME ONE OF HIS SEARCHING LOOKS AND IT WAS NOT UNMIXED WITH ASTONISHMENT
phonemes: "klˈaɪv!" aɪ kɹˈaɪd, lˈiːnɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz hˌɪm ɪn maɪ sˈædəl. "klˈaɪv! ænd wʌt bɪkˈeɪm ʌv ðˌɛm?" ðɪs tˈaɪm hiː ɡˈeɪv mˌiː wˈʌn ʌv hɪz sˈɜːtʃɪŋ lˈʊks, ænd ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt ʌnmˈɪkst wɪð ɐstˈɑːnɪʃmənt.