text_original: The nose was red and shiny, I remember, and glistened in the sunlight. "Ah," said he, "'tis no use tryin' hide from you. However, Monsieur Reetchie, you are the ver' soul of honor. And then your frien'!
text_transcription: THE NOSE WAS RED AND SHINY I REMEMBER AND GLISTENED IN THE SUNLIGHT AH SAID HE TIS NO USE TRYING HIDE FROM YOU HOWEVER MONSIEUR RICHE YOU ARE THE VERY SOUL OF HONOR AND THEN YOUR FRIEND
phonemes: ðə nˈoʊz wʌz ɹˈɛd ænd ʃˈaɪni, aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ, ænd ɡlˈɪsənd ɪnðə sˈʌnlaɪt. "ˈɑː," sˈɛd hiː, "tˈɪz nˈoʊ jˈuːs tɹˈaɪɪn hˈaɪd fɹʌm juː. haʊˈɛvɚ, məsjˈɜː ɹˈiːtʃi, juː ɑːɹ ðə vˈɜː sˈoʊl ʌv ˈɑːnɚ. ænd ðˈɛn jʊɹ fɹˈiːn!