text_original: Come," he cried, seizing me by the arm, "I will write the commission this instant. But hold! you read French,  I remember the day Father Gibault gave you your first lesson." He fumbled in his pocket, drew out a letter, and handed it to me.
text_transcription: COME HE CRIED SEIZING ME BY THE ARM I WILL WRITE THE COMMISSION THIS INSTANT BUT HO YOU READ FRENCH I REMEMBER THE DAY FATHER GIRBALD GAVE YOU YOUR FIRST LESSON HE FUMBLED IN HIS POCKET DREW OUT A LETTER AND HANDED IT TO ME
phonemes: kˈʌm," hiː kɹˈaɪd, sˈiːzɪŋ mˌiː baɪ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm, "aɪ wɪl ɹˈaɪt ðə kəmˈɪʃən ðɪs ˈɪnstənt. bˌʌt hˈoʊld! juː ɹˈiːd fɹˈɛntʃ,  aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðə dˈeɪ fˈɑːðɚ dʒˈɪbɔlt ɡˈeɪv juː jʊɹ fˈɜːst lˈɛsən." hiː fˈʌmbəld ɪn hɪz pˈɑːkɪt, dɹˈuː ˈaʊt ɐ lˈɛɾɚ, ænd hˈændᵻd ɪt tə mˌiː.