text_original: Mr. Vane put aside his tragic air, and plunged into the Rue St. Honore, where he called for a packet of gloves that had been cleaned for him. He put the gloves in his pocket, and then strolled back into the Kue Castiglione, looking at the vehicles in the roadway as he went.
text_transcription: MISTER VANE PUT ASIDE HIS TRAGIC AIR AND PLUNGED INTO THE RUE SAINT TONURAY WHERE HE CALLED FOR A PACKET OF GLOVES THAT HAD BEEN CLEANED FOR HIM HE PUT THE GLOVES IN HIS POCKET AND THEN STROLLED BACK INTO THE RUE CASTAGLIONE LOOKING AT THE VEHICLES IN THE ROADWAY AS HE WENT
phonemes: mˈɪstɚ. vˈeɪn pˌʊt ɐsˈaɪd hɪz tɹˈædʒɪk ˈɛɹ, ænd plˈʌndʒd ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈuː sənt. ˈɑːnɔːɹ, wˌɛɹ hiː kˈɔːld fɚɹə pˈækɪt ʌv ɡlˈʌvz ðæt hɐdbɪn klˈiːnd fɔːɹ hˌɪm. hiː pˌʊt ðə ɡlˈʌvz ɪn hɪz pˈɑːkɪt, ænd ðˈɛn stɹˈoʊld bˈæk ˌɪntʊ ðə kjˈuː kˌæstɪɡlˈaɪəni, lˈʊkɪŋ æt ðə vˈiəkəlz ɪnðə ɹˈoʊdweɪ æz hiː wˈɛnt.