text_original: the nine volumes were handed over to a grave looking old man, and the two shillings which he produced from a heavy canvas bag duly pocketed by the auctioneer. Everything he had, found some buyer; even a blue book seemed to have its attraction.
text_transcription: THE NINE VOLUMES WERE HANDED OVER TO A GRAVE LOOKING OLD MAN THE TWO SHILLINGS WHICH HE PRODUCED FROM A HEAVY CANVAS BAG DULY POCKETED BY THE AUCTIONEE EVERYTHING HE HAD FOUND SOME BYRE EVEN A BLUE BOOK SEEMED TO HAVE ITS ATTRACTION
phonemes: ðə nˈaɪn vˈɑːljuːmz wɜː hˈændᵻd ˌoʊvɚ tʊ ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv lˈʊkɪŋ ˈoʊld mˈæn, ænd ðə tˈuː ʃˈɪlɪŋz wˌɪtʃ hiː pɹədˈuːst fɹʌm ɐ hˈɛvi kˈænvəs bˈæɡ djˈuːli pˈɑːkɪɾᵻd baɪ ðɪ ˈɔːkʃənˈɪɹ. ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ hiː hˈæd, fˈaʊnd sˌʌm bˈaɪɚ; ˈiːvən ɐ blˈuː bˈʊk sˈiːmd tə hæv ɪts ɐtɹˈækʃən.