text_original: There was an uncomfortable silence. "Peste, c'est la magie!" said an old man at last, searching with an uncertain hand for his snuff. "Monsieur," cried Nick to the auctioneer, "I will make a bid. But first you must tell me whether they are cocks or yellow birds."
text_transcription: THERE WAS AN UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE PESTE LA MACHIQUE SAID AN OLD MAN AT LAST SEARCHING WITH AN UNCERTAIN HAND FOR HIS SNUFF MONSIEUR CRIED NICK TO THE AUCTIONEER I WILL MAKE A BID BUT FIRST YOU MUST TELL ME WHETHER THEY ARE COCKS OR YELLOW BIRDS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐn ʌŋkˈʌmftəbəl sˈaɪləns. "pˈɛst, seɪ lˌæ mˈeɪdʒi!" sˈɛd ɐn ˈoʊld mˈæn æt lˈæst, sˈɜːtʃɪŋ wɪð ɐn ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ hˈænd fɔːɹ hɪz snˈʌf. "məsjˈɜː," kɹˈaɪd nˈɪk tə ðɪ ˈɔːkʃənˈɪɹ, "aɪ wɪl mˌeɪk ɐ bˈɪd. bˌʌt fˈɜːst juː mˈʌst tˈɛl mˌiː wˈɛðɚ ðeɪ ɑːɹ kˈɑːks ɔːɹ jˈɛloʊ bˈɜːdz."