text_original: Near this window was a gay party of young men engaged at cards, waited on by the yellow turbaned Zoey, and drinking what evidently was claret punch. The sounds of their jests and laughter pursued us out of the house.
text_transcription: NEAR THIS WINDOW WAS A GAY PARTY OF YOUNG MEN ENGAGED AT CARDS WAITED ON BY THE YELLOW TURBANED ZOEY AND DRINKING WHAT EVIDENTLY WAS CLARET PUNCH THE SOUNDS OF THEIR JESTS AND LAUGHTER PURSUED US OUT OF THE HOUSE
phonemes: nˌɪɹ ðɪs wˈɪndoʊ wʌzɐ ɡˈeɪ pˈɑːɹɾi ʌv jˈʌŋ mˈɛn ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒd æt kˈɑːɹdz, wˈeɪɾᵻd ˌɔn baɪ ðə jˈɛloʊ tˈɜːbeɪnd zˈoʊi, ænd dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ wʌt ˈɛvɪdəntli wʌz klˈæɹət pˈʌntʃ. ðə sˈaʊndz ʌv ðɛɹ dʒˈɛsts ænd lˈæftɚ pɚsˈuːd ˌʌs ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈaʊs.