text_original: "I'm looked up to here, sir. I should lose prestige." Jack eyed him half with suspicion and half with mockery. "I say, Hoskyn, what's your little game?" Mr. Brooke Hoskyn was getting angry. "What's yours, sir?" he asked defiantly. "What the devil do you mean?" Mr. Brooke Hoskyn pointed an accusing finger at the wine and the crumbs of cake. "I mean—this."
text_transcription: I'M LOOKED UP TO HERE SIR I SHOULD LOSE PRESTIGE JACK EYED HIM HALF WITH SUSPICION AND HALF WITH MOCKERY I SAY HOSKIN WHAT'S YOUR LITTLE GAME MISTER BROOK HOSKIN WAS GETTING ANGRY OF WHAT'S YOURS SIR HE ASKED DEFIANTLY WHAT THE DEVIL DO YOU MEAN MISTER BROKOSKIN POINTED AN ACCUSING FINGER AT THE WINE AND THE CRUMBS OF CAKE I MEAN THIS
phonemes: "aɪm lˈʊkt ˌʌp tə hˈɪɹ, sˌɜː. aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈuːz pɹɛstˈiːʒ." dʒˈæk ˈaɪd hˌɪm hˈæf wɪð səspˈɪʃən ænd hˈæf wɪð mˈɑːkɚɹi. "aɪ sˈeɪ, hˈɑːskɪn, wˌʌts jʊɹ lˈɪɾəl ɡˈeɪm?" mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn wʌz ɡˌɛɾɪŋ ˈæŋɡɹi. "wˌʌts jˈɔːɹz, sˌɜː?" hiː ˈæskt dᵻfˈaɪəntli. "wˌʌt ðə dˈɛvəl dˈuː juː mˈiːn?" mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn pˈɔɪntᵻd ɐn ɐkjˈuːzɪŋ fˈɪŋɡɚɹ æt ðə wˈaɪn ænd ðə kɹˈʌmz ʌv kˈeɪk. "aɪ mˈiːn—ðˈɪs."