text_original: "It still hurts, Peter," said his Lordship with a wistful smile. "Like an old bullet.—Well! You 'll do what you can, eh?—I don't want you to overdo it. Just edge him in the right direction." "Keep his eye in the wind, what?" "That's it.—Well? Any new comers in the Walk?"
text_transcription: IT STILL HURTS PETER SAID HIS LORDSHIP WITH A WISTFUL SMILE LIKE AN OLD BULLET WELL YOU'LL DO WHAT YOU CAN EH I DON'T WANT YOU TO OVERDO IT JUST EDGE HIM IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION KEEP HIS EYE IN THE WIND WHAT THAT'S IT WELL ANY NEWCOMERS IN THE WALK
phonemes: "ɪt stˈɪl hˈɜːts, pˈiːɾɚ," sˈɛd hɪz lˈɔːɹdʃɪp wɪð ɐ wˈɪstfəl smˈaɪl. "lˈaɪk ɐn ˈoʊld bˈʊlɪt.—wˈɛl! juː ˌɛlˈɛl dˈuː wʌt juː kˈæn, ˈeɪ?—aɪ dˈoʊnt wˈɔnt juː tʊ ˌoʊvɚdˈuː ɪt. dʒˈʌst ˈɛdʒ hˌɪm ɪnðə ɹˈaɪt dᵻɹˈɛkʃən." "kˈiːp hɪz ˈaɪ ɪnðə wˈɪnd, wˌʌt?" "ðætsˈɪt.—wˈɛl? ˌɛni nˈuː kˈʌmɚz ɪnðə wˈɔːk?"