text_original: "You are not famous, Mr. Ritchie," said he, presently. "No, sir," I answered. "Nor particularly handsome," he continued, "nor conspicuous in any way." I agreed to this, perforce. "You may thank God for it," said Mr. Wharton. "That would be a strange outpouring, sir," said I. He looked at me and smiled. "What think you of this paragon, General Wilkinson?" he demanded suddenly.
text_transcription: YOU ARE NOT FAMOUS MISTER RICHEY SAID HE PRESENTLY NO SIR I ANSWERED NOR PARTICULARLY HANDSOME HE CONTINUED NOR CONSPICUOUS IN ANY WAY I AGREED TO THIS PERFORCE YOU MAY THANK GOD FOR IT SAID MISTER WHARTON THAT WOULD BE A STRANGE OUTPOURING SIR SAID I HE LOOKED AT ME AND SMILED WHAT THINK YOU OF THIS PARAGON GENERAL WILKINSON HE DEMANDED SUDDENLY
phonemes: "juː ɑːɹ nˌɑːt fˈeɪməs, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪtʃi," sˈɛd hiː, pɹˈɛzəntli. "nˈoʊ, sˌɜː," aɪ ˈænsɚd. "nˈɔːɹ pɚtˈɪkjʊlɚli hˈændsʌm," hiː kəntˈɪnjuːd, "nˈɔːɹ kənspˈɪkjuːəs ɪn ˌɛni wˈeɪ." aɪ ɐɡɹˈiːd tə ðˈɪs, pɚfˈɔːɹs. "juː mˈeɪ θˈæŋk ɡˈɑːd fɔːɹ ɪt," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. wˈɔːɹtən. "ðæt wʊd biː ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ aʊtpˈɔːɹɪŋ, sˌɜː," sˈɛd ˈaɪ. hiː lˈʊkt æt mˌiː ænd smˈaɪld. "wˌʌt θˈɪŋk juː ʌv ðɪs pˈæɹəɡˌɑːn, dʒˈɛnɚɹəl wˈɪlkɪnsən?" hiː dᵻmˈændᵻd sˈʌdənli.