text_original: Why, it's rather like our porter in the face! What has become of that boozy vagabond?' And the house maid came and scrubbed his nose with sandpaper; and once, when the Princess Angelica's little sister was born, he was tied up in an old kid glove; and, another night, some LARKING young men tried to wrench him off, and put him to the most excruciating agony with a turn screw.
text_transcription: WHY IT'S RATHER LIKE OUR PORTER IN THE FACE WHAT HAS BECOME OF THAT BOOZY VAGABOND AND THE HOUSEMAID CAME AND SCRUBBED HIS NOSE WITH SAND PAPER AND ONCE WHEN THE PRINCESS ANGELICA'S LITTLE SISTER WAS BORN HE WAS TIED UP IN AN OLD KID GLOVE AND ANOTHER NIGHT SOME LARKING YOUNG MEN TRIED TO WRENCH HIM OFF AND PUT HIM TO THE MOST EXCRUCIATING AGONY WITH THE TURNSCREW
phonemes: wˈaɪ, ɪts ɹˈæðɚ lˈaɪk ˌaʊɚ pˈɔːɹɾɚɹ ɪnðə fˈeɪs! wˌʌt hɐz bɪkˌʌm ʌv ðæt bˈuːzi vˈæɡɐbˌɑːnd?ænd ðə hˈaʊs mˈeɪd kˈeɪm ænd skɹˈʌbd hɪz nˈoʊz wɪð sˈændpeɪpɚ; ænd wˈʌns, wˌɛn ðə pɹˈɪnsɛs ændʒˈɛlɪkəz lˈɪɾəl sˈɪstɚ wʌz bˈɔːɹn, hiː wʌz tˈaɪd ˌʌp ɪn ɐn ˈoʊld kˈɪd ɡlˈʌv; ænd, ɐnˈʌðɚ nˈaɪt, sˌʌm lˈɑːɹkɪŋ jˈʌŋ mˈɛn tɹˈaɪd tə ɹˈɛntʃ hˌɪm ˈɔf, ænd pˌʊt hˌɪm tə ðə mˈoʊst ɛkskɹˈuːʃɪˌeɪɾɪŋ ˈæɡəni wɪð ɐ tˈɜːn skɹˈuː.