text_original: Sir Peter was indescribably distressed. "But—Gobblessmysoul!—" he stammered—"what am I to do with Jim, and the flagstaff, and the brass gun, and the thrush, and the sweet peas?" and, pointing to his house, "What am I to do with Number One?"
text_transcription: SIR PETER WAS INDESCRIBABLY DISTRESSED BUT GOD BLESS MY SOUL HE STAMMERED WHAT AM I TO DO WITH JIM AND THE FLAGSTUFF AND THE BRASS GUN AND THE THRUSH AND THE SWEET PEAS AND POINTING TO HIS HOUSE WHAT AM I TO DO WITH NUMBER ONE
phonemes: sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ wʌz ˌɪndᵻskɹˈaɪbəbli dɪstɹˈɛst. "bˌʌt—ɡˈɑːbləzmˌɪsoʊl!—" hiː stˈæmɚd—"wˌʌt æm aɪ tə dˈuː wɪð dʒˈɪm, ænd ðə flˈæɡstæf, ænd ðə bɹˈæs ɡˈʌn, ænd ðə θɹˈʌʃ, ænd ðə swˈiːt pˈiːz?" ænd, pˈɔɪntɪŋ tə hɪz hˈaʊs, "wˌʌt æm aɪ tə dˈuː wɪð nˈʌmbɚ wˌʌn?"