text_original: Were you on any other errand I should implore you to stay with us." "Is Temple at your house?" I asked faintly. "Why, no," said Monsieur Gratiot; "I thought he was with you at the ball." "Where is your master?" I demanded sternly of Benjy. "I ain't seed him, Marse Dave, sence I put him inter dem fine clothes 'at he w'ars a cou'tin'." "He has gone off with the girl," put in Colonel Chouteau, laughing. "But where?"
text_transcription: WERE YOU ON ANY OTHER ERRAND I SHOULD IMPLORE YOU TO STAY WITH US IS TEMPLE AT YOUR HOUSE I ASKED FAINTLY WHY NO SAID MONSIEUR GRATIET I THOUGHT HE WAS WITH YOU AT THE BALL WHERE'S YOUR MASTER I DEMANDED STERNLY OF BINJY I AIN'T SEED IM MARSH DAVE SINCE I PUT HIM INTO DEM FINE CLOTHES AND HE WEARING A CORDIN HE'S GONE OFF WITH THE GIRL PUT IN COLONEL CHATEAU LAUGHING BUT WHERE
phonemes: wɜː juː ˌɔn ˌɛni ˈʌðɚɹ ˈɛɹənd aɪ ʃˌʊd ɪmplˈɔːɹ juː tə stˈeɪ wɪð ˌʌs." "ɪz tˈɛmpəl æt jʊɹ hˈaʊs?" aɪ ˈæskt fˈeɪntli. "wˈaɪ, nˈoʊ," sˈɛd məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət; "aɪ θˈɔːt hiː wʌz wɪð juː æt ðə bˈɔːl." "wˌɛɹ ɪz jʊɹ mˈæstɚ?" aɪ dᵻmˈændᵻd stˈɜːnli ʌv bˈɛndʒi. "aɪ ˈeɪnt sˈiːd hˌɪm, mˈɑːɹs dˈeɪv, sˈɛns aɪ pˌʊt hˌɪm ɪntˈɜː dˈɛm fˈaɪn klˈoʊðz æt hiː dˈʌbəljˌuːˈɑːɹz ɐ kˈaʊtɪn." "hiː hɐz ɡɔn ˈɔf wɪððə ɡˈɜːl," pˌʊt ɪn kˈɜːnəl tʃˈaʊɾoʊ, lˈæfɪŋ. "bˌʌt wˈɛɹ?"