text_original: But compassion was a weakness of which no man could justly accuse this person, who, squirting a mouthful of dissolved tobacco upon me through the gratings, told me "I was a mutinous dog, and that I might die for anything he cared!"
text_transcription: BUT COMPASSION WAS A WEAKNESS OF WHICH NO MAN COULD JUSTLY ACCUSE THIS PERSON WHO SQUIRTING A MOUTHFUL OF DISSOLVED TOBACCO UPON ME THROUGH THE GRATINGS TOLD ME I WAS A MUTINOUS DOG AND I MIGHT DIE FOR ANYTHING HE CARED
phonemes: bˌʌt kəmpˈæʃən wʌzɐ wˈiːknəs ʌvwˈɪtʃ nˈoʊ mˈæn kʊd dʒˈʌstli ɐkjˈuːz ðɪs pˈɜːsən, hˈuː, skwˈɜːɾɪŋ ɐ mˈaʊθfəl ʌv dɪsˈɑːlvd təbˈækoʊ əpˌɑːn mˌiː θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɪŋz, tˈoʊld mˌiː "aɪ wʌzɐ mjˈuːtɪnəs dˈɑːɡ, ænd ðæt aɪ mˌaɪt dˈaɪ fɔːɹ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ hiː kˈɛɹd!"