text_original: "Lord Otford, by all that's unlucky!" he exclaimed. Mrs. Poskett had swept back to the elm. She happened to have a very becoming dress on, and she was determined the noble lord should see it. She caught sight of Mr. Brooke Hoskyn's face. "What's the matter?" Mr. Brooke Hoskyn pulled himself together with a mighty effort. "Nothing, ma'am." Then with great dignity, "He and I differ in politics. There might be bloodshed."
text_transcription: LORD OTFORD BY ALL THAT'S UNLUCKY HE EXCLAIMED MISSUS POSITT HAD SWEPT BACK TO THE ELM SHE HAPPENED TO HAVE A VERY BECOMING DRESS ON AND SHE WAS DETERMINED THE NOBLE LORD SHOULD SEE IT SHE CAUGHT SIGHT OF MISTER BROOK HOSKIN'S FACE WHAT'S THE MATTER MISTER BROOK HOSKIN PULLED HIMSELF TOGETHER WITH A MIGHTY EFFORT NOTHING MA'AM THEN WITH GREAT DIGNITY HE AND I DIFFER IN POLITICS THERE MIGHT BE BLOODSHED
phonemes: "lˈɔːɹd ˈɑːtfɚd, baɪ ˈɔːl ðæts ʌnlˈʌki!" hiː ɛksklˈeɪmd. mˈɪsɪz. pˈɑːskɪt hæd swˈɛpt bˈæk tə ðɪ ˈɛlm. ʃiː hˈæpənd tə hæv ɐ vˈɛɹi bᵻkˈʌmɪŋ dɹˈɛs ˈɔn, ænd ʃiː wʌz dɪtˈɜːmɪnd ðə nˈoʊbəl lˈɔːɹd ʃˌʊd sˈiː ɪt. ʃiː kˈɔːt sˈaɪt ʌv mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪnz fˈeɪs. "wˌʌts ðə mˈæɾɚ?" mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn pˈʊld hɪmsˈɛlf təɡˌɛðɚ wɪð ɐ mˈaɪɾi ˈɛfɚt. "nˈʌθɪŋ, mˈæm." ðˈɛn wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt dˈɪɡnᵻɾi, "hiː ænd aɪ dˈɪfɚɹ ɪn pˈɑːlətˌɪks. ðɛɹ mˌaɪt biː blˈʌdʃɛd."