text_original: From the open upstair window of the Pennymint's house came the strains of a violin: one passage, played over and over again, with varying degrees of success. "Wish Mr. Pringle would stop his infernal scraping," growled the Admiral.
text_transcription: FROM THE OPEN UP STAIR WINDOW OF THE PENNYMAN'S HOUSE CAME THE STRAINS OF A VIOLIN ONE PASSAGE PLAYED OVER AND OVER AGAIN WITH VARYING DEGREES OF SUCCESS WISH MISTER PRINGLE WOULD STOP HIS INFERNAL SCRAPING GROWLED THE ADMIRAL
phonemes: fɹʌmðɪ ˈoʊpən ʌpstˈɛɹ wˈɪndoʊ ʌvðə pˈɛnɪmˌɪnts hˈaʊs kˈeɪm ðə stɹˈeɪnz əvə vaɪəlˈɪn: wˈʌn pˈæsɪdʒ, plˈeɪd ˌoʊvɚ ænd ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn, wɪð vˈɛɹiɪŋ dᵻɡɹˈiːz ʌv səksˈɛs. "wˈɪʃ mˈɪstɚ. pɹˈɪŋɡəl wʊd stˈɑːp hɪz ɪnfˈɜːnəl skɹˈeɪpɪŋ," ɡɹˈaʊld ðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəl.