text_original: He turned and glared at me, some devilish retort on his lips which he held back. Suddenly he became suave. "I shall want two thousand livres Monsieur; it was the sum I asked for." "It is not a question of what you asked for," I answered.
text_transcription: HE TURNED AND GLARED AT ME SOME DEVILISH RETORT ON HIS LIPS WHICH HE HELD BACK SUDDENLY HE BECAME SUAVE I SHALL WANT TWO THOUSAND LIVERIES MONSIEUR IT WAS THE SUM I ASKED FOR IT IS NOT A QUESTION OF WHAT YOU ASKED FOR I ANSWERED
phonemes: hiː tˈɜːnd ænd ɡlˈɛɹd æt mˌiː, sˌʌm dˈɛvɪlɪʃ ɹᵻtˈɔːɹt ˌɔn hɪz lˈɪps wˌɪtʃ hiː hˈɛld bˈæk. sˈʌdənli hiː bɪkˌeɪm swˈɑːv. "aɪʃˌɐl wˈɔnt tˈuː θˈaʊzənd lˈɪvɚz məsjˈɜː; ɪt wʌzðə sˈʌm aɪ ˈæskt fɔːɹ." "ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːɾə kwˈɛstʃən ʌv wʌt juː ˈæskt fɔːɹ," aɪ ˈænsɚd.