text_original: By the time Hugh Sorel rolled out from between his feather beds, and was about to don his greasy buff, a handsome new suit, finished point device, and a pair of huge boots to correspond, had been laid by his bedside.
text_transcription: BY THE TIME HUGH SERREL ROLLED OUT FROM BETWEEN HIS FEATHER BEDS AND WAS ABOUT TO DON HIS GREASY BUFF A HANDSOME NEW SUIT FINISHED POINT DEVICE IN A PAIR OF HUGE BOOTS TO CORRESPOND HAD BEEN LAID BY HIS BEDSIDE
phonemes: baɪ ðə tˈaɪm hjˈuː sˈɔːɹəl ɹˈoʊld ˈaʊt fɹʌm bᵻtwˌiːn hɪz fˈɛðɚ bˈɛdz, ænd wʌz ɐbˌaʊt tə dˈɑːn hɪz ɡɹˈiːzi bˈʌf, ɐ hˈændsʌm nˈuː sˈuːt, fˈɪnɪʃt pˈɔɪnt dɪvˈaɪs, ænd ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv hjˈuːdʒ bˈuːts tə kˌɔːɹɪspˈɑːnd, hɐdbɪn lˈeɪd baɪ hɪz bˈɛdsaɪd.