text_original: "How now, Colfax?" he cried, giving a poke to the Major's ribs; "you hold the sequel to this farce." The Major's face was purple,  with what emotion I could not say.
text_transcription: HOW NOW CARFAX HE CRIED GIVING A POKE TO THE MAJOR'S RIBS YOU HOLD THE SEQUEL TO THIS FARCE THE MAJOR'S FACE WAS PURPLE WITH WHAT EMOTION I COULD NOT SAY
phonemes: "hˌaʊ nˈaʊ, kˈɑːlfæks?" hiː kɹˈaɪd, ɡˈɪvɪŋ ɐ pˈoʊk tə ðə mˈeɪdʒɚz ɹˈɪbz; "juː hˈoʊld ðə sˈiːkwəl tə ðɪs fˈɑːɹs." ðə mˈeɪdʒɚz fˈeɪs wʌz pˈɜːpəl,  wɪð wʌt ɪmˈoʊʃən aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt sˈeɪ.