text_original: "Why not?" demanded the young man, indifferently. "It was painted by Boze, the back is solid gold, and the Jew in the Rue Toulouse will give me four hundred livres for it to morrow morning."
text_transcription: WHY NOT DEMANDED THE YOUNG MAN INDIFFERENTLY IT WAS PAINTED BY BOWS THE BACK IS SOLID GOLD AND THE JEW IN THE RUE DELUS WILL GIVE ME FOUR HUNDRED LIVRES FOR IT TO MORROW MORNING
phonemes: "wˌaɪ nˈɑːt?" dᵻmˈændᵻd ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn, ɪndˈɪfɹəntli. "ɪt wʌz pˈeɪntᵻd baɪ bˈoʊz, ðə bˈæk ɪz sˈɑːlɪd ɡˈoʊld, ænd ðə dʒˈuː ɪnðə ɹˈuː tuːlˈuːz wɪl ɡˈɪv mˌiː fˈɔːɹ hˈʌndɹɪd lˈɪvɚz fɔːɹ ɪt tə mˈɑːɹoʊ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ."