text_original: It might have been half an hour that I waited, now pacing the floor, now throwing myself into the arm chair by the fireplace. Anxiety for Mrs. Temple, problems that lost themselves in a dozen conjectures, all idle  these agitated me almost beyond my power of self control.
text_transcription: IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN HALF AN HOUR THAT I WAITED NOW PACING THE FLOOR NOW THROWING MYSELF INTO THE ARM CHAIR BY THE FIREPLACE ANXIETY FOR MISSUS TEMPLE PROBLEMS THAT LOST THEMSELVES IN A DOZEN CONJECTURES ALL IDLE THESE AGITATED ME ALMOST BEYOND MY POWER OF SELF CONTROL
phonemes: ɪt mˌaɪthɐv bˌɪn hˈæf ɐn ˈaʊɚ ðæt aɪ wˈeɪɾᵻd, nˈaʊ pˈeɪsɪŋ ðə flˈɔːɹ, nˈaʊ θɹˈoʊɪŋ maɪsˈɛlf ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm tʃˈɛɹ baɪ ðə fˈaɪɚpleɪs. æŋzˈaɪəɾi fɔːɹ mˈɪsɪz. tˈɛmpəl, pɹˈɑːbləmz ðæt lˈɔst ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪn ɐ dˈʌzən kəndʒˈɛktʃɚz, ˈɔːl ˈaɪdəl ðiːz ˈædʒᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd mˌiː ˈɔːlmoʊst bᵻjˌɔnd maɪ pˈaʊɚɹ ʌv sˈɛlf kəntɹˈoʊl.