text_original: Finally, however, she made up her mind. "My good man," she said, rather condescendingly. The Eyesore never stirred. She might as well have addressed one of the chain posts. She tried again: this time a trifle more urbanely. "Mister!
text_transcription: FINALLY HOWEVER SHE MADE UP HER MIND MY GOOD MAN SHE SAID RATHER CONDESCENDINGLY THE EYESORE NEVER STIRRED SHE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE ADDRESSED ONE OF THE CHAIN POSTS SHE TRIED AGAIN THIS TIME A TRIFLE MORE URBANELY MISTER
phonemes: fˈaɪnəli, haʊˈɛvɚ, ʃiː mˌeɪd ˌʌp hɜː mˈaɪnd. "maɪ ɡˈʊd mˈæn," ʃiː sˈɛd, ɹˈæðɚ kˌɑːndᵻsˈɛndɪŋli. ðɪ ˈaɪsɔːɹ nˈɛvɚ stˈɜːd. ʃiː mˌaɪt æz wˈɛl hæv ɐdɹˈɛst wˈʌn ʌvðə tʃˈeɪn pˈoʊsts. ʃiː tɹˈaɪd ɐɡˈɛn: ðɪs tˈaɪm ɐ tɹˈaɪfəl mˈɔːɹ ˈɜːbeɪnli. "mˈɪstɚ!