text_original: Lights gleamed in the houses; voices and laughter, and once the tinkle of a guitar came to us from court yard and gallery. But Nick, hurrying on, came near to bowling more than one respectable citizen we met on the banquette, into the ditch. We reached a corner, and the three were nowhere to be seen. "Curse the luck!" cried Nick, "we have lost them. The next time I'll stop for no explanations."
text_transcription: LIGHTS GLEAMED IN THE HOUSES VOICES AND LAUGHTER AND ONCE THE TINKLE OF A GUITAR CAME TO US FROM COURTYARD AND GALLERY BUT NICK HURRYING ON CAME NEAR TO BOWLING MORE THAN ONE RESPECTABLE CITIZEN WE MET ON THE BANQUET INTO THE DITCH WE REACHED A CORNER AND THE THREE WERE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN CURSE THE LUCK CRIED NICK WE'VE LOST THEM THE NEXT TIME I'LL STOP FOR NO EXPLANATIONS
phonemes: lˈaɪts ɡlˈiːmd ɪnðə hˈaʊzᵻz; vˈɔɪsᵻz ænd lˈæftɚ, ænd wˈʌns ðə tˈɪŋkəl əvə ɡɪtˈɑːɹ kˈeɪm tʊ ˌʌs fɹʌm kˈɔːɹt jˈɑːɹd ænd ɡˈælɚɹi. bˌʌt nˈɪk, hˈɜːɹiɪŋ ˈɔn, kˈeɪm nˌɪɹ tə bˈoʊlɪŋ mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌn ɹᵻspˈɛktəbəl sˈɪɾɪzən wiː mˈɛt ɔnðə bæŋkˈɛt, ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɪtʃ. wiː ɹˈiːtʃt ɐ kˈɔːɹnɚ, ænd ðə θɹˈiː wɜː nˈoʊwɛɹ təbi sˈiːn. "kˈɜːs ðə lˈʌk!" kɹˈaɪd nˈɪk, "wiː hæv lˈɔst ðˌɛm. ðə nˈɛkst tˈaɪm aɪl stˈɑːp fɔːɹ nˈoʊ ɛksplɐnˈeɪʃənz."