text_original: I turned to confront a little man with grizzled, chestnut eyebrows. He was none other than the Citizen Gignoux. "You tek ze air, Monsieur Reetchie?" said he. "You look for some one, yes?
text_transcription: I TURNED TO CONFRONT A LITTLE MAN WITH GRIZZLED CHESTNUT EYEBROWS HE WAS NONE OTHER THAN THE CITIZENS YOU KNOW YOU TAKE ZE AIR MONSIEUR RICHIE SAID HE YOU LOOK FOR SOMEONE YES
phonemes: aɪ tˈɜːnd tə kənfɹˈʌnt ɐ lˈɪɾəl mˈæn wɪð ɡɹˈɪzəld, tʃˈɛstnʌt ˈaɪbɹaʊz. hiː wʌz nˈʌn ˈʌðɚ ðɐn ðə sˈɪɾɪzən dʒɪɡnˈuː. "juː tˈɛk zˈiː ˈɛɹ, məsjˈɜː ɹˈiːtʃi?" sˈɛd hiː. "juː lˈʊk fɔːɹ sˈʌmwʌn, jˈɛs?