text_original: he cried, halting me to stare after the girl, "what a face, and what a form! And what a carriage, by Jove! There is breeding for you! And Davy, did you mark the gentle, rounded arm? Thank heaven these short sleeves are the fashion."
text_transcription: HE CRIED HALTING ME TO STARE AFTER THE GIRL WHAT A FACE AND WHAT A FORM AND WHAT A CARRIAGE BY JOVE THERE'S BREEDING FOR YOU AND DAVY DID YOU MARK THE GENTLE ROUNDED ARM THANK HEAVEN THESE SHORT SLEEVES ARE THE FASHION
phonemes: hiː kɹˈaɪd, hˈɔltɪŋ mˌiː tə stˈɛɹ ˈæftɚ ðə ɡˈɜːl, "wˌʌt ɐ fˈeɪs, ænd wʌt ɐ fˈɔːɹm! ænd wʌt ɐ kˈæɹɪdʒ, baɪ dʒˈoʊv! ðɛɹ ɪz bɹˈiːdɪŋ fɔːɹ juː! ænd dˈeɪvi, dˈɪd juː mˈɑːɹk ðə dʒˈɛntəl, ɹˈaʊndᵻd ˈɑːɹm? θˈæŋk hˈɛvən ðiːz ʃˈɔːɹt slˈiːvz ɑːɹ ðə fˈæʃən."