text_original: "Well, then I made no mistake this time. Now, uncle Bacchus, I know you take no comfort in tobacco; so I've brought you something else  something you like. Must have something to make Christmas gay, you know." She put a paper of French bonbons in the old man's hand. He laughed, half at her and half at the sugarplums, Rotha thought; and he bowed again.
text_transcription: WELL THEN I MADE NO MISTAKE THIS TIME NOW UNCLE BACCHUS I KNOW YOU TAKE NO COMFORT IN TOBACCO SO I'VE BROUGHT YOU SOMETHING ELSE SOMETHING YOU LIKE MUST HAVE SOMETHING TO MAKE CHRISTMAS GARE YOU KNOW SHE PUT A PAPER OF FRENCH BONBONS IN THE OLD MAN'S HAND HE LAUGHED HALF AT HER AND HALF AT THE SUGARPLUMS ROTHA THOUGHT AND HE BOWED AGAIN
phonemes: "wˈɛl, ðˈɛn aɪ mˌeɪd nˈoʊ mɪstˈeɪk ðɪs tˈaɪm. nˈaʊ, ˈʌŋkəl bˈækəs, aɪ nˈoʊ juː tˈeɪk nˈoʊ kˈʌmfɚt ɪn təbˈækoʊ; sˌoʊ aɪv bɹˈɔːt juː sˈʌmθɪŋ ˈɛls sˈʌmθɪŋ juː lˈaɪk. mˈʌstɐv sˈʌmθɪŋ tə mˌeɪk kɹˈɪsməs ɡˈeɪ, juː nˈoʊ." ʃiː pˌʊt ɐ pˈeɪpɚɹ ʌv fɹˈɛntʃ bˈɑːnbɑːnz ɪnðɪ ˈoʊld mˈænz hˈænd. hiː lˈæft, hˈæf æt hɜː ænd hˈæf æt ðə ʃˈʊɡɚpləmz, ɹˈɑːθə θˈɔːt; ænd hiː bˈaʊd ɐɡˈɛn.