text_original: Nick stood beside the widow, staring after them until they had disappeared. "My horse, boy!" he shouted to the gaping negro, who vanished on the errand. "What will you do, Mr. Temple?" asked the widow.
text_transcription: NICHT STOOD BESIDE THE WIDOW STARING AFTER THEM UNTIL THEY HAD DISAPPEARED MY HORSE BOY HE SHOUTED TO THE GAPING NEGRO WHO VANISHED ON THE ERRAND WHAT WILL YOU DO MISTER TEMPLE ASKED THE WIDOW
phonemes: nˈɪk stˈʊd bᵻsˌaɪd ðə wˈɪdoʊ, stˈɛɹɪŋ ˈæftɚ ðˌɛm ʌntˈɪl ðeɪ hæd dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹd. "maɪ hˈɔːɹs, bˈɔɪ!" hiː ʃˈaʊɾᵻd tə ðə ɡˈeɪpɪŋ nˈiːɡɹoʊ, hˌuː vˈænɪʃt ɔnðɪ ˈɛɹənd. "wˌʌt wɪl juː dˈuː, mˈɪstɚ. tˈɛmpəl?" ˈæskt ðə wˈɪdoʊ.