text_original: Mrs. Poskett was in a dreadful flutter. She held up her cup and saucer deprecatingly to each of the infuriated gentlemen in turn, and each automatically seized them and rattled them in the other's face.
text_transcription: MISSUS POSKET WAS IN A DREADFUL FLUTTER SHE HELD UP HER CUP AND SAUCER DEPRECATINGLY TO EACH OF THE INFURIATED GENTLEMEN IN TURN AND EACH AUTOMATICALLY SEIZED THEM AND RATTLED THEM IN THE OTHER'S FACE
phonemes: mˈɪsɪz. pˈɑːskɪt wʌz ɪn ɐ dɹˈɛdfəl flˈʌɾɚ. ʃiː hˈɛld ˌʌp hɜː kˈʌp ænd sˈɔːsɚ dˈɛpɹɪkˌeɪɾɪŋli tʊ ˈiːtʃ əv ðɪ ɪnfjˈʊɹɹɪˌeɪɾᵻd dʒˈɛntəlmən ɪn tˈɜːn, ænd ˈiːtʃ ˌɔːɾəmˈæɾɪkli sˈiːzd ðˌɛm ænd ɹˈæɾəld ðˌɛm ɪnðɪ ˈʌðɚz fˈeɪs.