text_original: "It is strange," he said abruptly, "it is strange that this gentleman and his wife should likewise have had letters to us from Monsieur Gratiot. They came from St. Louis, and they were on their way to Paris." "To Paris?" I cried; "what was their name?" He looked at me in surprise. "Clive," he said.
text_transcription: IT IS STRANGE HE SAID ABRUPTLY IT IS STRANGE THAT THIS GENTLEMAN AND HIS WIFE SHOULD LIKEWISE HAVE HAD LETTERS TO US FROM MONSIEUR GRATIET THEY CAME FROM SAINT LOUIS AND THEY WERE ON THEIR WAY TO PARIS TO PARIS I CRIED WHAT WAS THEIR NAME HE LOOKED AT ME IN SURPRISE CLIVE HE SAID
phonemes: "ɪɾ ɪz stɹˈeɪndʒ," hiː sˈɛd ɐbɹˈʌptli, "ɪɾ ɪz stɹˈeɪndʒ ðæt ðɪs dʒˈɛntəlmən ænd hɪz wˈaɪf ʃˌʊd lˈaɪkwaɪz hæv hæd lˈɛɾɚz tʊ ˌʌs fɹʌm məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət. ðeɪ kˈeɪm fɹʌm sənt. lˈuːi, ænd ðeɪ wɜːɹ ˌɔn ðɛɹ wˈeɪ tə pˈæɹɪs." "tə pˈæɹɪs?" aɪ kɹˈaɪd; "wˌʌt wʌz ðɛɹ nˈeɪm?" hiː lˈʊkt æt mˌiː ɪn sɚpɹˈaɪz. "klˈaɪv," hiː sˈɛd.