text_original: In truth, I never got to Turner's at all, for I met him coming back at the wind's pace, a huge, swarthy, determined man at his side and four others spurring after, the spume dripping from the horses' mouths.
text_transcription: IN TRUTH I NEVER GOT TO TURNER'S AT ALL FOR I MET HIM COMING BACK AT THE WIND'S PACE A HUGE SWARTHY DETERMINED MAN AT HIS SIDE AND FOUR OTHERS SPURRING AFTER THE SPUME DRIPPING FROM THE HORSES MOUTHS
phonemes: ɪn tɹˈuːθ, aɪ nˈɛvɚ ɡɑːt tə tˈɜːnɚz æɾ ˈɔːl, fɔːɹ aɪ mˈɛt hˌɪm kˈʌmɪŋ bˈæk æt ðə wˈɪndz pˈeɪs, ɐ hjˈuːdʒ, swˈɔːɹði, dɪtˈɜːmɪnd mˈæn æt hɪz sˈaɪd ænd fˈɔːɹ ˈʌðɚz spˈɜːɹɪŋ ˈæftɚ, ðə spjˈuːm dɹˈɪpɪŋ fɹʌmðə hˈɔːɹsᵻz mˈaʊðz.