text_original: "But—dash it and hang it—!" protested Sir Peter, struggling in the web that was being woven around him. "You cannot alter facts by swearing," said the widow. "Can I bear the sneers of a Pennymint? the arched eyebrows of a Brooke Hoskyn? I cannot. I must let my beautiful house," with a side glance at him and considerable stress, "my freehold house.
text_transcription: BUT DASH IT AND HANG IT PROTESTED SIR PETER STRUGGLING IN THE WEB THAT WAS BEING WOVEN AROUND HIM YOU CANNOT ALTER FACTS BY SWEARING SAID THE WIDOW CAN I BEAR THE SNEERS OF A PENNIMENT THE ARCHED EYEBROWS OF A BROOK HOSKIN I CANNOT I MUST LET MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE WITH A SIDE GLANCE AT HIM AND CONSIDERABLE STRESS MY FREEHOLD HOUSE
phonemes: "bˌʌt—dˈæʃ ɪt ænd hˈæŋ ɪt—!" pɹətˈɛstᵻd sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ, stɹˈʌɡlɪŋ ɪnðə wˈɛb ðæt wʌz bˌiːɪŋ wˈoʊvən ɚɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm. "juː kænˈɑːt ˈɔltɚ fˈækts baɪ swˈɛɹɪŋ," sˈɛd ðə wˈɪdoʊ. "kæn aɪ bˈɛɹ ðə snˈɪɹz əvə pˈɛnɪmˌɪnt? ðɪ ˈɑːɹtʃt ˈaɪbɹaʊz əvə bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn? aɪ kænˈɑːt. aɪ mˈʌst lˈɛt maɪ bjˈuːɾifəl hˈaʊs," wɪð ɐ sˈaɪd ɡlˈæns æt hˌɪm ænd kənsˈɪdɚɹəbəl stɹˈɛs, "maɪ fɹˈiːhoʊld hˈaʊs.