text_original: Mr. Brooke Hoskyn turned sulky. "I'm living here, sir." "The doose you are!—Well, you're in the nick of time. Be a good fellow and fetch my hat out of the boat." "Certainly, sir," said Mr. Brooke Hoskyn. But as he started to do so, he caught sight of the Admiral. He turned to Jack and said respectfully but firmly, "I'm very sorry, Master Jack; but I can't do it." "Why not?"
text_transcription: MISTER BROOK HOSKIN TURNED SULKY I'M LIVING HERE SIR THE DEUCE YOU ARE WELL YOU'RE IN THE NICK OF TIME BE A GOOD FELLOW AND FETCH MY HAT OUT OF THE BOAT CERTAINLY SIR SAID MISTER BROOK HOSKIN BUT AS HE STARTED TO DO SO HE CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE ADMIRAL HE TURNED TO JACK AND SAID RESPECTFULLY BUT FIRMLY I'M VERY SORRY MASTER JACK BUT I CAN'T DO IT WHY NOT
phonemes: mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn tˈɜːnd sˈʌlki. "aɪm lˈɪvɪŋ hˈɪɹ, sˌɜː." "ðə dˈuːs juː ɑːɹ!—wˈɛl, jʊɹ ɪnðə nˈɪk ʌv tˈaɪm. biː ɐ ɡˈʊd fˈɛloʊ ænd fˈɛtʃ maɪ hˈæt ˌaʊɾəv ðə bˈoʊt." "sˈɜːʔn̩li, sˌɜː," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn. bˌʌt æz hiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd tə dˈuː soʊ, hiː kˈɔːt sˈaɪt ʌvðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəl. hiː tˈɜːnd tə dʒˈæk ænd sˈɛd ɹᵻspˈɛktfəli bˌʌt fˈɜːmli, "aɪm vˈɛɹi sˈɑːɹi, mˈæstɚ dʒˈæk; bˌʌt aɪ kˈænt dˈuː ɪt." "wˌaɪ nˈɑːt?"