text_original: "No!" said he, "that's hard—that's hard! I wish I had anything to pawn—upon my soul, you have got excellent linen (feeling the sleeve of my shirt); how many shirts of that kind have you got?" I answered, "Six ruffled, and six plain."
text_transcription: NO SAID HE THAT'S HARD THAT'S HARD I WISH I HAD ANYTHING TO PAWN UPON MY SOUL YOU HAVE GOT EXCELLENT LINEN FEELING THE SLEEVE OF MY SHIRT HOW MANY SHIRTS OF THAT KIND HAVE YOU GOT I ANSWERED SIX RUFFLED AND SIX PLAIN
phonemes: "nˈoʊ!" sˈɛd hiː, "ðæts hˈɑːɹd—ðæts hˈɑːɹd! aɪ wˈɪʃ aɪ hæd ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ tə pˈɔːn—əpˌɑːn maɪ sˈoʊl, juː hæv ɡɑːt ˈɛksələnt lˈɪnɪn (fˈiːlɪŋ ðə slˈiːv ʌv maɪ ʃˈɜːt); hˌaʊ mˈɛni ʃˈɜːts ʌv ðæt kˈaɪnd hæv juː ɡˈɑːt?" aɪ ˈænsɚd, "sˈɪks ɹˈʌfəld, ænd sˈɪks plˈeɪn."