text_original: An old man in coarse blue linen came out of the lodge and spoke to me. "It is the convent of the good nuns, the Ursulines, Monsieur," he said in French, "and it was built long ago in the Sieur de Bienville's time, when the colony was young. For forty five years, Monsieur, the young ladies of the city have come here to be educated." "What does he say?" demanded Nick, pricking up his ears as he came across the street.
text_transcription: AN OLD MAN IN COARSE BLUE LINEN CAME OUT OF THE LODGE AND SPOKE TO ME IT IS A CONVENT OF THE GOOD NUNS OF URSULINE MONSIEUR HE SAID IN FRENCH AND IT WAS BUILT LONG AGO IN THE SIEUR DE BOENVILLE'S TIME WHEN THE COLONY WAS YOUNG FOR FORTY FIVE YEARS MONSIEUR THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE CITY HAVE COME HERE TO BE EDUCATED WHAT DOES HE SAY DEMANDED NICK PRICKING UP HIS EARS AS HE CAME ACROSS THE STREET
phonemes: ɐn ˈoʊld mˈæn ɪn kˈɔːɹs blˈuː lˈɪnɪn kˈeɪm ˌaʊɾəv ðə lˈɑːdʒ ænd spˈoʊk tə mˌiː. "ɪɾ ɪz ðə kˈɑːnvənt ʌvðə ɡˈʊd nˈʌnz, ðɪ ˈɜːsuːlˌɪnz, məsjˈɜː," hiː sˈɛd ɪn fɹˈɛntʃ, "ænd ɪt wʌz bˈɪlt lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ ɪnðə sˈiːɜː də baɪˈɛnvɪlz tˈaɪm, wˌɛn ðə kˈɑːləni wʌz jˈʌŋ. fɔːɹ fˈɔːɹɾi fˈaɪv jˈɪɹz, məsjˈɜː, ðə jˈʌŋ lˈeɪdiz ʌvðə sˈɪɾi hæv kˈʌm hˈɪɹ təbi ˈɛdʒuːkˌeɪɾᵻd." "wˌʌt dˈʌz hiː sˈeɪ?" dᵻmˈændᵻd nˈɪk, pɹˈɪkɪŋ ˌʌp hɪz ˈɪɹz æz hiː kˈeɪm əkɹˌɑːs ðə stɹˈiːt.