text_original: I found him lolling on his couch with a languishing air, his head supported by his valet de chambre, who from time to time applied a smelling bottle to his nose. "Vergette," said he in a squeaking tone, "dost think this wretch (meaning me) will do me no injury? May I venture to submit my arm to him?"
text_transcription: I FOUND HIM LOLLING ON HIS COUCH WITH A LANGUISHING AIR HIS HEAD SUPPORTED BY HIS VALET DE CHAMBRE WHO FROM TIME TO TIME APPLIED A SMELLING BOTTLE TO HIS NOSE VILLGET SAID HE IN A SQUEAKING TONE DOST THINK THIS WRETCH MEANING ME WILL DO ME NO INJURY MAY I VENTURE TO SUBMIT MY ARM TO HIM
phonemes: aɪ fˈaʊnd hˌɪm lˈɑːlɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz kˈaʊtʃ wɪð ɐ lˈæŋɡwɪʃɪŋ ˈɛɹ, hɪz hˈɛd səpˈɔːɹɾᵻd baɪ hɪz vælˈeɪ də tʃˈeɪmbɚ, hˌuː fɹʌm tˈaɪm tə tˈaɪm ɐplˈaɪd ɐ smˈɛlɪŋ bˈɑːɾəl tə hɪz nˈoʊz. "vˈɜːdʒˈɛt," sˈɛd hiː ɪn ɐ skwˈiːkɪŋ tˈoʊn, "dˈɑːst θˈɪŋk ðɪs ɹˈɛtʃ (mˈiːnɪŋ mˌiː) wɪl dˈuː mˌiː nˈoʊ ˈɪndʒɚɹi? mˈeɪ aɪ vˈɛntʃɚ tə səbmˈɪt maɪ ˈɑːɹm tə hˌɪm?"