text_original: "No, no," laughed his friend, with a suspicious glance at the diminutive window. "Stuffy. No. Looks pleasant under the elm." "Why, come along, then!" shouted the Admiral, dragging him towards the tree. Lord Otford took off his hat to Mrs. Poskett with an elaborate bow.
text_transcription: NO LAUGHED HIS FRIEND WITH A SUSPICIOUS GLANCE AT THE DIMINUTIVE WINDOW STUFFY NO LOOKS PLEASANT UNDER THE ELM WHY COME ALONG THEN SHOUTED THE ADMIRAL DRAGGING HIM TOWARDS THE TREE LORD OTFORD TOOK OFF HIS HAT TO MISSUS POSIT WITH AN ELABORATE BOW
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ," lˈæft hɪz fɹˈɛnd, wɪð ɐ səspˈɪʃəs ɡlˈæns æt ðə dᵻmˈɪnjuːtˌɪv wˈɪndoʊ. "stˈʌfi. nˈoʊ. lˈʊks plˈɛzənt ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈɛlm." "wˈaɪ, kˈʌm ɐlˈɔŋ, ðˈɛn!" ʃˈaʊɾᵻd ðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəl, dɹˈæɡɪŋ hˌɪm təwˈɔːɹdz ðə tɹˈiː. lˈɔːɹd ˈɑːtfɚd tˈʊk ˈɔf hɪz hˈæt tə mˈɪsɪz. pˈɑːskɪt wɪð ɐn ᵻlˈæbɚɹət bˈoʊ.