text_original: "For centuries!" repeats Mr. Monkton with an alarmed air. There is a latent sense of humor (or rather an appreciation of humor) about him that hardly endears him to the opposite sex.
text_transcription: FOR CENTURIES REPEATS MISTER MUNTON WITH AN ALARMED AIR THERE IS A LATENT SENSE OF HUMOR OR RATHER AN APPRECIATION OF HUMOR ABOUT HIM THAT HARDLY ENDEARS HIM TO THE OPPOSITE SEX
phonemes: "fɔːɹ sˈɛntʃɚɹiz!" ɹᵻpˈiːts mˈɪstɚ. mˈʌŋktən wɪð ɐn ɐlˈɑːɹmd ˈɛɹ. ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ lˈeɪtənt sˈɛns ʌv hjˈuːmɚ (ɔːɹ ɹˈæðɚɹ ɐn ɐpɹˌiːʃɪˈeɪʃən ʌv hjˈuːmɚ) ɐbˌaʊt hˌɪm ðæt hˈɑːɹdli ɛndˈɪɹz hˌɪm tə ðɪ ˈɑːpəzˌɪt sˈɛks.