text_original: "I say, Martha!" (to the demure body in brown, who has been meekly tracking along behind him), "there's that terror of a dog again! Recollect when he was here last year? Never a chance to enjoy a snail in peace; before you'd given the shell more than one tap on the stone, down he'd rush. Here he comes now! Slip along quick to the laurels. I say, that was a near shave! Chut! chut! chut! Go away!
text_transcription: I SAY MARTHA TO THE DEMURE BODY IN BROWN WHO HAS BEEN MEEKLY TRACKING ALONG BEHIND HIM THERE'S THAT TERROR OF A DOG AGAIN RECOLLECT WHEN HE WAS HERE LAST YEAR NEVER A CHANCE TO ENJOY A SNAIL IN PEACE BEFORE YOU'D GIVEN THE SHELL MORE THAN ONE TAP ON THE STONE DOWN HE'D RUSH HERE HE COMES NOW SLIP ALONG QUICK TO THE LAURELS I SAY THAT WAS A NEAR SHAVE JACK CHU CHU GO AWAY
phonemes: "aɪ sˈeɪ, mˈɑːɹθə!" (tə ðə dᵻmjˈʊɹ bˈɑːdi ɪn bɹˈaʊn, hˌuː hˈæzbiːn mˈiːkli tɹˈækɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ bᵻhˈaɪnd hˌɪm), "ðɛɹz ðæt tˈɛɹɚɹ əvə dˈɑːɡ ɐɡˈɛn! ɹˈɛkəlˌɛkt wɛn hiː wʌz hˈɪɹ lˈæst jˈɪɹ? nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ tʃˈæns tʊ ɛndʒˈɔɪ ɐ snˈeɪl ɪn pˈiːs; bᵻfˌɔːɹ juːd ɡˈɪvən ðə ʃˈɛl mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌn tˈæp ɔnðə stˈoʊn, dˌaʊn hiːd ɹˈʌʃ. hˈɪɹ hiː kˈʌmz nˈaʊ! slˈɪp ɐlˈɔŋ kwˈɪk tə ðə lˈɔːɹəlz. aɪ sˈeɪ, ðæt wʌzɐ nˌɪɹ ʃˈeɪv! tʃˈʌt! tʃˈʌt! tʃˈʌt! ɡˌoʊ ɐwˈeɪ!