text_original: Sir Peter was taken aback. "Me! Force you! Gobblessmysoul!" he exclaimed, "Well, I'm—" "For your own good," said Mrs. Poskett, solemnly. "Oh, Sir Peter, you was King of the Walk on Friday. Now Mr. Brooke Hoskyn will usurp that title." This fetched him. He left the flag lying at the foot of the mast, and came out into the open.
text_transcription: SIR PETER WAS TAKEN ABACK ME FORCE YOU GOD BLESS MY SOUL HE EXCLAIMED WELL I'M FOR YOUR OWN GOOD SAID MISSUS POSKET SOLEMNLY OH SIR PETER YOU WAS KING OF THE WALK ON FRIDAY NOW MISTER BROOK HOSKIN WILL USURP THAT TITLE THIS FETCHED HIM HE LEFT THE FLAG LYING AT THE FOOT OF THE MAST AND CAME OUT INTO THE OPEN
phonemes: sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ wʌz tˈeɪkən ɐbˈæk. "mˈiː! fˈɔːɹs juː! ɡˈɑːbləzmˌɪsoʊl!" hiː ɛksklˈeɪmd, "wˈɛl, aɪm—" "fɔːɹ jʊɹ ˈoʊn ɡˈʊd," sˈɛd mˈɪsɪz. pˈɑːskɪt, sˈɑːləmli. "ˈoʊ, sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ, juː wʌz kˈɪŋ ʌvðə wˈɔːk ˌɔn fɹˈaɪdeɪ. nˈaʊ mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn wɪl juːzˈɜːp ðæt tˈaɪɾəl." ðɪs fˈɛtʃt hˌɪm. hiː lˈɛft ðə flˈæɡ lˈaɪɪŋ æt ðə fˈʊt ʌvðə mˈæst, ænd kˈeɪm ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈoʊpən.