text_original: There appeared to be an unusual number of men on the street, not so hurried and business like and merry as generally, and given to collecting in groups, low voiced and excited. General Lodge drew McDermott inside. "Come. You need a bracer. Man, you look sick," he said.
text_transcription: THERE APPEARED TO BE AN UNUSUAL NUMBER OF MEN ON THE STREET NOT SO HURRIED AND BUSINESS LIKE AND MERRY AS GENERALLY AND GIVEN TO COLLECTING IN GROUPS LOW VOICED AND EXCITED GENERAL LODGE DREW MACDERMOT AND SIGHED COME YOU NEED A BRACER MAN YOU LOOK SICK HE SAID
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɐpˈɪɹd təbi ɐn ʌnjˈuːʒuːəl nˈʌmbɚɹ ʌv mˈɛn ɔnðə stɹˈiːt, nˌɑːt sˌoʊ hˈɜːɹid ænd bˈɪznəs lˈaɪk ænd mˈɛɹi æz dʒˈɛnɚɹəli, ænd ɡˈɪvən tə kəlˈɛktɪŋ ɪn ɡɹˈuːps, lˈoʊ vˈɔɪst ænd ɛksˈaɪɾᵻd. dʒˈɛnɚɹəl lˈɑːdʒ dɹˈuː mək dˈɜːmɑːt ɪnsˈaɪd. "kˈʌm. juː nˈiːd ɐ bɹˈeɪsɚ. mˈæn, juː lˈʊk sˈɪk," hiː sˈɛd.