text_original: "Do you not think so, Mr. Ritchie?" "Davy!" he cried. And catching sight of me in the doorway, over her shoulder, "Has he followed me here too?" Running past the Vicomtesse, he seized me in his impulsive way and searched my face.
text_transcription: DO YOU NOT THINK SO MISTER RITCHIE DAVY HE CRIED AND CATCHING SIGHT OF ME IN THE DOORWAY OVER HER SHOULDER HAS HE FOLLOWED ME HERE TOO RUNNING PAST THE VICOMTESSA HE SEIZED ME IN HIS IMPULSIVE WAY AND SEARCHED MY FACE
phonemes: "dˈuː juː nˌɑːt θˈɪŋk sˈoʊ, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪtʃi?" "dˈeɪvi!" hiː kɹˈaɪd. ænd kˈætʃɪŋ sˈaɪt ʌv mˌiː ɪnðə dˈɔːɹweɪ, ˌoʊvɚ hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚ, "hɐz hiː fˈɑːloʊd mˌiː hˈɪɹ tˈuː?" ɹˈʌnɪŋ pˈæst ðə vˈɪkəmtˌɛs, hiː sˈiːzd mˌiː ɪn hɪz ɪmpˈʌlsɪv wˈeɪ ænd sˈɜːtʃt maɪ fˈeɪs.