text_original: *CHAPTER XIII* *IN WHICH ADMIRAL SIR PETER ANTROBUS IS MORE THAN EVER DETERMINED TO FIRE THE LITTLE BRASS GUN* [Illustration: Chapter XIII headpiece] Mrs. Poskett found herself—if you did not count the Eyesore: and nobody ever had counted him, yet—alone in the Walk. The sun had set, and the evening twilight itself had almost merged into night.
text_transcription: CHAPTER THIRTEEN IN WHICH ADMIRAL SIR PETER ANDREBUS IS MORE THAN EVER DETERMINED TO FIRE THE LITTLE BRASS GUN MISSUS POSITT FOUND HERSELF IF HE DID NOT COUNT THE EYE SORE AND NOBODY EVER HAD COUNTED HIM YET ALONE IN THE WALK THE SUN HAD SET AND THE EVENING TWILIGHT ITSELF HAD ALMOST MERGED INTO NIGHT
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk tʃˈæptɚ ɹˌoʊmən θˈɜːtiːn ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɪnwˌɪtʃ ˈædmɜːɹəl sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚɹ ˈæntɹɑːbəs ɪz mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ˈɛvɚ dɪtˈɜːmɪnd tuː fˈaɪɚ ðə lˈɪɾəl bɹˈæs ɡˈʌn ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən: tʃˈæptɚ ɹˌoʊmən θˈɜːtiːn hˈɛdpiːs] mˈɪsɪz. pˈɑːskɪt fˈaʊnd hɜːsˈɛlf—ɪf juː dɪdnˌɑːt kˈaʊnt ðɪ ˈaɪsɔːɹ: ænd nˈoʊbɑːdi ˈɛvɚ hæd kˈaʊntᵻd hˌɪm, jˈɛt—ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə wˈɔːk. ðə sˈʌn hæd sˈɛt, ænd ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ twˈaɪlaɪt ɪtsˈɛlf hæd ˈɔːlmoʊst mˈɜːdʒd ˌɪntʊ nˈaɪt.