text_original: At once Lord Otford showed a lively interest. "French, eh?—What? the little gel I saw going in?" "Yes," answered the Admiral, rising and leading his friend towards the Gazebo where his whisper would no longer make the windows of the Walk rattle.
text_transcription: AT ONCE LORD OTFORD SHOWED A LIVELY INTEREST FRENCH EH WHAT THE LITTLE GIRL I SAW GOING IN YES ANSWERED THE ADMIRAL RISING AND LEADING HIS FRIEND TOWARDS THE GAZO WHERE HIS WHISPER WOULD NO LONGER MAKE THE WINDOWS OF THE WALK RATTLE
phonemes: ɐtwˈʌns lˈɔːɹd ˈɑːtfɚd ʃˈoʊd ɐ lˈaɪvli ˈɪntɹɛst. "fɹˈɛntʃ, ˈeɪ?—wˌʌt? ðə lˈɪɾəl dʒˈɛl aɪ sˈɔː ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˈɪn?" "jˈɛs," ˈænsɚd ðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəl, ɹˈaɪzɪŋ ænd lˈiːdɪŋ hɪz fɹˈɛnd təwˈɔːɹdz ðə ɡɐzˈiːboʊ wˌɛɹ hɪz wˈɪspɚ wʊd nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ mˌeɪk ðə wˈɪndoʊz ʌvðə wˈɔːk ɹˈæɾəl.