text_original: "Gaspard," cried the auctioneer, addressing the young man of the tumbrel, "Suzanne would no longer hesitate if she saw you in such a hat. And with the trunk, too. Ah, mon Dieu, can you afford to miss it?" The crowd howled, Suzanne simpered, and Gaspard turned as pink as clover.
text_transcription: GASPARD CRIED THE AUCTIONEER ADDRESSING THE YOUNG MAN OF THE TUMBRIL SUZANNE WOULD NO LONGER HESITATE IF SHE SAW YOU IN SUCH A HAT AND WITH THE TRUNK TOO AH MORDIOU CAN YOU AFFORD TO MISS IT THE CROWD HOWLED SUZANNE SIMPERED AND GASPARD TURNED AS PINK AS CLOVER
phonemes: "ɡˈæspɚd," kɹˈaɪd ðɪ ˈɔːkʃənˈɪɹ, ɐdɹˈɛsɪŋ ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn ʌvðə tˈʌmbɹəl, "sˈuːzæn wʊd nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪt ɪf ʃiː sˈɔː juː ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈæt. ænd wɪððə tɹˈʌŋk, tˈuː. ˈɑː, mˈɑːn djə, kæn juː ɐfˈɔːɹd tə mˈɪs ɪt?" ðə kɹˈaʊd hˈaʊld, sˈuːzæn sˈɪmpɚd, ænd ɡˈæspɚd tˈɜːnd æz pˈɪŋk æz klˈoʊvɚ.