text_original: "Ah," said I, "your angel of the tumbrel." But Nick had pulled off his hat and was sweeping her a bow. The girl looked down, smoothing her ribbon, Gaspard took a step forward, and other young women near us tittered with delight.
text_transcription: AH SAID I YOUR ANGEL OF THE TUMBRIL BUT NICK HAD PULLED OFF HIS HAT AND WAS SWEEPING HER ABOUT THE GIRL LOOKED DOWN SMOOTHING HER RIBBON GASPARD TOOK A STEP FORWARD AND THE OTHER YOUNG WOMEN NEAR US TITTERED WITH DELIGHT
phonemes: "ˈɑː," sˈɛd ˈaɪ, "jʊɹ ˈeɪndʒəl ʌvðə tˈʌmbɹəl." bˌʌt nˈɪk hæd pˈʊld ˈɔf hɪz hˈæt ænd wʌz swˈiːpɪŋ hɜːɹ ɐ bˈoʊ. ðə ɡˈɜːl lˈʊkt dˈaʊn, smˈuːðɪŋ hɜː ɹˈɪbən, ɡˈæspɚd tˈʊk ɐ stˈɛp fˈɔːɹwɚd, ænd ˈʌðɚ jˈʌŋ wˈɪmɪn nˌɪɹ ˌʌs tˈɪɾɚd wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt.