text_original: "Well," says Mr. Monkton, turning to his wife as the study (a rather nondescript place) is reached. He has closed the door, and is now looking at her with a distinctly quizzical light in his eyes and in the smile that parts his lips. "Now for it.
text_transcription: WELL SAYS MISTER MUNTON TURNING TO HIS WIFE AS THE STUDY A RATHERINANCE IS REACHED HE HAS CLOSED THE DOOR AND IS NOW LOOKING AT HER WITH A DISTINCTLY QUIZZICAL LIGHT IN HIS EYES AND IN A SMILE THAT PARTS HIS LIPS NOW FOR IT
phonemes: "wˈɛl," sˈɛz mˈɪstɚ. mˈʌŋktən, tˈɜːnɪŋ tə hɪz wˈaɪf æz ðə stˈʌdi (ɐ ɹˈæðɚ nˌɑːndᵻskɹˈɪpt plˈeɪs) ɪz ɹˈiːtʃt. hiː hɐz klˈoʊzd ðə dˈɔːɹ, ænd ɪz nˈaʊ lˈʊkɪŋ æt hɜː wɪð ɐ dɪstˈɪŋktli kwˈɪzɪkəl lˈaɪt ɪn hɪz ˈaɪz ænd ɪnðə smˈaɪl ðæt pˈɑːɹts hɪz lˈɪps. "nˈaʊ fɔːɹ ɪt.