text_original: He was no sooner convinced of my identity, than he threw down the pestle, overset the mortar, and jumping over the board, swept up the contents with his clothes, flew about my neck, hugged me affectionately, and daubed me all over with turpentine and the yolks of eggs which he had been mixing when I came in.
text_transcription: HE WAS NO SOONER CONVINCED OF MY IDENTITY THAN HE THREW DOWN THE PESTLE OVERSET THE MORTAR AND JUMPING OVER THE BOARD SWEPT UP THE CONTENTS WITH HIS CLOTHES FLEW ABOUT MY NECK HUGGED ME AFFECTIONATELY AND DAUBED ME ALL OVER WITH TURPENTINE AND THE YOLKS OF EGGS WHICH HE HAD BEEN MIXING WHEN I CAME IN
phonemes: hiː wʌz nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ kənvˈɪnst ʌv maɪ aɪdˈɛntᵻɾi, ðɐn hiː θɹˈuː dˌaʊn ðə pˈɛsəl, ˌoʊvɚsˈɛt ðə mˈɔːɹɾɚ, ænd dʒˈʌmpɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə bˈɔːɹd, swˈɛpt ˌʌp ðə kˈɑːntɛnts wɪð hɪz klˈoʊðz, flˈuː ɐbˌaʊt maɪ nˈɛk, hˈʌɡd mˌiː ɐfˈɛkʃənətli, ænd dˈɔːbd mˌiː ˈɔːl ˌoʊvɚ wɪð tˈɜːpəntˌaɪn ænd ðə jˈoʊks ʌv ˈɛɡz wˌɪtʃ hiː hɐdbɪn mˈɪksɪŋ wɛn aɪ kˈeɪm ˈɪn.