text_original: A greeting died on my lips. "Well, sir" he said, "so you are the gentleman who has been dogging me all day." "I dog no one, Mr. Temple," I replied bitterly. "We'll not quibble about words," said he. "Would it be impertinent to ask your business  and perhaps your name?"
text_transcription: A GREETING DIED ON MY LIPS WELL SIR HE SAID SO YOU'RE THE GENTLEMAN WHO'S BEEN DOGGING ME ALL DAY I DON'T KNOW ONE MISTER TEMPLE I REPLIED BITTERLY WE'LL NOT QUIBBLE ABOUT WORDS SAID HE WOULD IT BE IMPERTINENT TO ASK YOUR BUSINESS AND PERHAPS YOUR NAME
phonemes: ɐ ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋ dˈaɪd ˌɔn maɪ lˈɪps. "wˈɛl, sˌɜː" hiː sˈɛd, "sˌoʊ juː ɑːɹ ðə dʒˈɛntəlmən hˌuː hˈæzbiːn dˈɑːɡɪŋ mˌiː ˈɔːl dˈeɪ." "aɪ dˈɑːɡ nˈoʊwˈʌn, mˈɪstɚ. tˈɛmpəl," aɪ ɹᵻplˈaɪd bˈɪɾɚli. "wiːl nˌɑːt kwˈɪbəl ɐbˌaʊt wˈɜːdz," sˈɛd hiː. "wʊd ɪt biː ɪmpˈɜːtɪnənt tʊ ˈæsk jʊɹ bˈɪznəs ænd pɚhˈæps jʊɹ nˈeɪm?"