text_original: I always thought him a fellow without a soul, d—n me, a canting scoundrel, who has crept into business by his hypocrisy, and kissing the a—e of every body."—"Ay, ay," says another, "one might see with half an eye that the rascal has no honesty in him, by his going so regularly to church."
text_transcription: I ALWAYS THOUGHT HIM A FELLOW WITHOUT A SOUL DAMN ME A CANTING SCOUNDREL WHO IS CREPT INTO BUSINESS BY HIS HYPOCRISY AND KISSING THE ASS OF EVERYBODY AY AY SAYS ANOTHER ONE MIGHT SEE WITH HALF AN EYE THAT THE RASCAL HAS NO HONESTY IN HIM BY HIS GOING SO REGULARLY TO CHURCH
phonemes: aɪ ˈɔːlweɪz θˈɔːt hˌɪm ɐ fˈɛloʊ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ sˈoʊl, dˈiː—ˈɛn mˌiː, ɐ kˈæntɪŋ skˈaʊndɹəl, hˌuː hɐz kɹˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ bˈɪznəs baɪ hɪz hɪpˈɑːkɹəsi, ænd kˈɪsɪŋ ðɪ ˈeɪ—ˈiː ʌv ˈɛvɹi bˈɑːdi."—"ˈaɪ, ˈaɪ," sˈɛz ɐnˈʌðɚ, "wˈʌn mˌaɪt sˈiː wɪð hˈæf ɐn ˈaɪ ðætðə ɹˈæskəl hɐz nˈoʊ ˈɑːnɪsti ɪn hˌɪm, baɪ hɪz ɡˌoʊɪŋ sˌoʊ ɹˈɛɡjʊlɚli tə tʃˈɜːtʃ."