text_original: Danvers laughed. "The old fellow is swearing a blue streak, and threatening himself with an apoplectic stroke every instant." "You don't seem to love Mr. Rhinds very noticeably," grimaced the naval officer. "If I don't," voiced Jack, "neither do any of our crowd.
text_transcription: DANVERS LAUGHED THE OLD FELLOW IS SQUARING A BLUE STREET AND THURNING HIMSELF WITH AN APOLECTIC STROKE EVERY INSTANT YOU DON'T SEEM TO LOVE MISTER RYNS VERY NOTICEABLY GRIMACED THE NAVAL OFFICER IF I DON'T BOYSHACK CAN NEITHER DO ANY OF OUR CROWD
phonemes: dˈænvɚz lˈæft. "ðɪ ˈoʊld fˈɛloʊ ɪz swˈɛɹɪŋ ɐ blˈuː stɹˈiːk, ænd θɹˈɛʔn̩ɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf wɪð ɐn ˌæpəplˈɛktɪk stɹˈoʊk ˈɛvɹi ˈɪnstənt." "juː dˈoʊnt sˈiːm tə lˈʌv mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈaɪndz vˈɛɹi nˈoʊɾɪsəbli," ɡɹˈɪmɪst ðə nˈeɪvəl ˈɑːfɪsɚ. "ɪf aɪ dˈoʊnt," vˈɔɪst dʒˈæk, "nˈiːðɚ dˈuː ˌɛni ʌv ˌaʊɚ kɹˈaʊd.