text_original: "Where are you going to stop on shore, Jake?" inquired Pollard. "At the Somerset," responded Mr. Farnum. "Then we're likely to run into that Rhinds Radwin crowd." "We can stand it, if they can," replied Farnum, compressing his lips grimly. "Our consciences are cleaner than theirs."
text_transcription: WERE YOU GOING TO STOP ON SHORE JAKE INQUIRED POLLARD AT THE SUMMER SET RESPONDED MISTER FARNUM THEN WE'RE LIKELY TO RUN INTO THE WREN'S RADWIN CROWD WE CAN'T STAND IT IF THEY CAN REPLIED FARNUM COMPRESSING HIS LIPS GRIMLY OUR CONSCIENCES ARE CLEANER THAN THEIRS
phonemes: "wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ juː ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə stˈɑːp ˌɔn ʃˈɔːɹ, dʒˈeɪk?" ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd pˈɑːlɑːɹd. "æt ðə sˈʌməsˌɛt," ɹᵻspˈɑːndᵻd mˈɪstɚ. fˈɑːɹnəm. "ðˈɛn wɪɹ lˈaɪkli tə ɹˈʌn ˌɪntʊ ðæt ɹˈaɪndz ɹˈædwɪn kɹˈaʊd." "wiː kæn stˈænd ɪt, ɪf ðeɪ kˈæn," ɹᵻplˈaɪd fˈɑːɹnəm, kəmpɹˈɛsɪŋ hɪz lˈɪps ɡɹˈɪmli. "ˌaʊɚ kˈɑːnʃənsᵻz ɑːɹ klˈiːnɚ ðɐn ðˈɛɹz."