text_original: "Done!" cried Nick. "Davy, I was always sure of you; you are the one fixed quantity in my life. To St. Louis, eh, and to New Orleans? Egad, what havoc we'll make among the Creole girls.
text_transcription: DONE CRIED NICK DAVY I WAS ALWAYS SURE OF YOU YOU'RE THE ONE FIXED QUALITY IN MY LIFE TO SAINT LOUIS AND TO NEW ORLEANS E GAD WHAT HAVOC WILL MAKE AMONG THE CREOLE GIRLS
phonemes: "dˈʌn!" kɹˈaɪd nˈɪk. "dˈeɪvi, aɪ wʌz ˈɔːlweɪz ʃˈʊɹ ʌv juː; juː ɑːɹ ðə wˈʌn fˈɪkst kwˈɔntᵻɾi ɪn maɪ lˈaɪf. tə sənt. lˈuːi, ˈeɪ, ænd tə nˈuː ˈɔːɹliənz? ˈɛɡæd, wˌʌt hˈævək wiːl mˌeɪk ɐmˌʌŋ ðə kɹɪˈoʊl ɡˈɜːlz.