text_original: "I beg your pardon, Admiral; I was engrossed." "Join us under the elm, what?" "With pleasure. I 'll just put away my Strad." As Basil retired Sir Peter turned to Mr. Brooke Hoskyn. "His what?"
text_transcription: I BEG YOUR PARDON ADMIRAL I WAS ENGROSSED JOIN US UNDER THE ELM WHAT WITH PLEASURE I'LL JUST PUT AWAY MY STRADE AS BASIL RETIRED SIR PETER TURNED TO MISTER BROOK HOSKIN HIS WHAT
phonemes: "aɪ bˈɛɡ jʊɹ pˈɑːɹdən, ˈædmɜːɹəl; aɪ wʌz ɛŋɡɹˈoʊst." "dʒˈɔɪn ˌʌs ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈɛlm, wˌʌt?" "wɪð plˈɛʒɚ. aɪ ˌɛlˈɛl dʒˈʌst pˌʊt ɐwˈeɪ maɪ stɹˈæd." æz bˈeɪzəl ɹᵻtˈaɪɚd sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ tˈɜːnd tə mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn. "hɪz wˈʌt?"