text_original: "No," said his friend, signalling to the sedan bearers. "Not to day. I'm on my way to old Wendover, at Brentford." "Ah! That marriage! Well, I hope I shall see Jack soon." "You'll help me, won't you?" "I will. I will. God bless you."
text_transcription: NO SAID HIS FRIEND SIGNALING TO THE SEDAN BEARERS NOT TO DAY I'M ON MY WAY TO OLD WENDOVER AT BRENTORD AH THAT MARRIAGE WELL I HOPE I SHALL SEE JACK SOON YOU'LL HELP ME WON'T YOU I WILL I WILL GOD BLESS YOU
phonemes: "nˈoʊ," sˈɛd hɪz fɹˈɛnd, sˈɪɡnəlɪŋ tə ðə sᵻdˈæn bˈɛɹɚz. "nˌɑːt tə dˈeɪ. aɪm ˌɔn maɪ wˈeɪ tʊ ˈoʊld wˈɛndoʊvɚ, æt bɹˈɛntfɚd." "ˈɑː! ðæt mˈæɹɪdʒ! wˈɛl, aɪ hˈoʊp aɪʃˌɐl sˈiː dʒˈæk sˈuːn." "juːl hˈɛlp mˌiː, wˈoʊnt juː?" "aɪ wˈɪl. aɪ wˈɪl. ɡˈɑːd blˈɛs juː."