text_original: And as I walked slowly down the deserted street, my head in a whirl, a hand was laid on my shoulder. I turned, startled, to face Mr. Wharton, the planter. "I would speak a word with you, Mr. Ritchie," he said. "May I come to your room for a moment?" "Certainly, sir," I answered.
text_transcription: AND AS I WALKED SLOWLY DOWN THE DESERTED STREET MY HEAD IN A WHIRL A HAND WAS LAID ON MY SHOULDER I TURNED STARTLED TO FACE MISTER WHARTON THE PLANTER I WOULD SPEAK A WORD WITH YOU MISTER RITCHY HE SAID MAY I COME TO YOUR ROOM FOR A MOMENT CERTAINLY SIR I ANSWERED
phonemes: ænd æz aɪ wˈɔːkt slˈoʊli dˌaʊn ðə dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd stɹˈiːt, maɪ hˈɛd ɪn ɐ wˈɜːl, ɐ hˈænd wʌz lˈeɪd ˌɔn maɪ ʃˈoʊldɚ. aɪ tˈɜːnd, stˈɑːɹɾəld, tə fˈeɪs mˈɪstɚ. wˈɔːɹtən, ðə plˈæntɚ. "aɪ wʊd spˈiːk ɐ wˈɜːd wɪð juː, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪtʃi," hiː sˈɛd. "mˈeɪ aɪ kˈʌm tə jʊɹ ɹˈuːm fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt?" "sˈɜːʔn̩li, sˌɜː," aɪ ˈænsɚd.