text_original: " It is my first night at home. Come back, and we'll play ecarte as we used at Chelsea. You remember teaching me." Mr. Vane started, as if the tender grasp upon his arm had stung into his flesh. " I — I can't come home to night, Eleanor. At least, not for an hour.
text_transcription: IT IS MY FIRST NIGHT AT HOME COME BACK AND WE'LL PLAY A CART AS WE USED AT CHELSEA YOU REMEMBER TEACHING ME MISTER VANE STARTED AS IF THE TENDER GRASP UPON HIS ARM HAD STUNG INTO HIS FLESH I I CAN'T COME HOME TO NIGHT ELEANOR AT LEAST NOT FOR AN HOUR
phonemes: " ɪɾ ɪz maɪ fˈɜːst nˈaɪt æt hˈoʊm. kˈʌm bˈæk, ænd wiːl plˈeɪ ˈɛkɑːɹt æz wiː jˈuːzd æt tʃˈɛlsiː. juː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ tˈiːtʃɪŋ mˌiː." mˈɪstɚ. vˈeɪn stˈɑːɹɾᵻd, æz ɪf ðə tˈɛndɚ ɡɹˈæsp əpˌɑːn hɪz ˈɑːɹm hæd stˈʌŋ ˌɪntʊ hɪz flˈɛʃ. " ˈaɪ — aɪ kˈænt kˈʌm hˈoʊm tə nˈaɪt, ᵻlˈiːnɚ. æt lˈiːst, nˌɑːt fɚɹən ˈaʊɚ.