text_original: "'Morning," replied Jacob Farnum, ignoring the outstretched hand of Rhinds. Radwin's ready made smile, too, was overlooked, as the Pollard submarine party filed by into the breakfast room. "I don't believe they'll waste any make believe cordiality on us, after that," grimaced Mr. Pollard, as he dropped into a chair at a table.
text_transcription: MORNING REPLIED JACOB FARNUM IGNORING THE OUTSTRETCHED HANDS OF WREN'S RADWIN'S READY MADE SMILE TOO WAS OVERLOOKED AS THE POLLARD SUBMARINE PARTY FILED BY INTO THE BREAKFAST ROOM I DON'T BELIEVE THEY'LL WASTE ANY MAKE BELIEVE CORDIALTY ON US AFTER THAT GRIMACED MISTER POLLARD AS HE DROPPED INTO A CHAIR AT THE TABLE
phonemes: "mˈɔːɹnɪŋ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd dʒˈeɪkəb fˈɑːɹnəm, ɪɡnˈɔːɹɪŋ ðɪ aʊtstɹˈɛtʃt hˈænd ʌv ɹˈaɪndz. ɹˈædwɪnz ɹˈɛdi mˌeɪd smˈaɪl, tˈuː, wʌz ˌoʊvɚlˈʊkt, æz ðə pˈɑːlɑːɹd sˈʌbmɚɹˌiːn pˈɑːɹɾi fˈaɪld baɪ ˌɪntʊ ðə bɹˈɛkfəst ɹˈuːm. "aɪ dˈoʊnt bᵻlˈiːv ðeɪl wˈeɪst ˌɛni mˌeɪk bᵻlˈiːv kˌɔːɹdɪˈælᵻɾi ˈɔn ˌʌs, ˈæftɚ ðˈæt," ɡɹˈɪmɪst mˈɪstɚ. pˈɑːlɑːɹd, æz hiː dɹˈɑːpt ˌɪntʊ ɐ tʃˈɛɹ æɾə tˈeɪbəl.