text_original: "A perfect bear garden of greedy beasts. I don't believe there'll be an ortolan left by the time she comes. Anyhow, I'll make it hot for Claude!" and Susie hurried off, elbowing a desperate way through the crowd on the stairs. "Mon dieu, quel four!" she muttered.
text_transcription: A PERFECT BEAR GARDEN OF GREEDY BEASTS I DON'T BELIEVE THERE'LL BE AN AUTO LAN LEFT BY THE TIME SHE COMES ANYHOW I'LL MAKE IT HOT FOR CLAUD AND SUSIE HURRIED OFF ELBOWING A DESPERATE WAY THROUGH THE CROWD ON THE STAIRS MON DIEU KELFORE SHE MUTTERED
phonemes: "ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt bˈɛɹ ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv ɡɹˈiːdi bˈiːsts. aɪ dˈoʊnt bᵻlˈiːv ðɛɹl biː ɐn ˈɔːɹɾəlˌæn lˈɛft baɪ ðə tˈaɪm ʃiː kˈʌmz. ˈɛnɪhˌaʊ, aɪl mˌeɪk ɪt hˈɑːt fɔːɹ klˈɔːd!" ænd sˈuːzi hˈɜːɹid ˈɔf, ˈɛlboʊɪŋ ɐ dˈɛspɚɹət wˈeɪ θɹuː ðə kɹˈaʊd ɔnðə stˈɛɹz. "mˈɑːn djə, kwˈɛl fˈɔːɹ!" ʃiː mˈʌɾɚd.