text_original: "'Brooke, my boy'"—repeated Mr. Brooke Hoskyn, leading up to his point. "Master—! Master—!" whispered Jane, hoarsely. Mr. Brooke Hoskyn waved her away impatiently. "'Brooke, my boy—'" he repeated for the third time. But Jane was tugging at his coat tails. "What is it?" cried Mr. Brooke Hoskyn, peevishly. "What the devil is it? Go away!"
text_transcription: BROOK MY BOY REPEATED MISTER BROKOSKIN LEADING UP TO HIS POINT MASTER MASTER WHISPERED JANE HOARSELY MISTER BROOK HOSKIN WAVED HER AWAY IMPATIENTLY BROOK MY BOY HE REPEATED FOR THE THIRD TIME BUT JANE WAS TUGGING AT HIS COAT TAILS WHAT IS IT CRIED MISTER BROOK HOSKIN PEEVISHLY WHAT THE DEVIL IS IT GO AWAY
phonemes: "bɹˈʊk, maɪ bˈɔɪ"—ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn, lˈiːdɪŋ ˌʌp tə hɪz pˈɔɪnt. "mˈæstɚ—! mˈæstɚ—!" wˈɪspɚd dʒˈeɪn, hˈɔːɹsli. mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn wˈeɪvd hɜːɹ ɐwˈeɪ ɪmpˈeɪʃəntli. "bɹˈʊk, maɪ bˈɔɪ—" hiː ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd fɚðə θˈɜːd tˈaɪm. bˌʌt dʒˈeɪn wʌz tˈʌɡɪŋ æt hɪz kˈoʊt tˈeɪlz. "wˌʌt ɪz ɪt?" kɹˈaɪd mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn, pˈiːvɪʃli. "wˌʌt ðə dˈɛvəl ɪz ɪt? ɡˌoʊ ɐwˈeɪ!"