text_original: As Master Newcombe stepped near, his spirits rose, as they had not always risen, as he approached Mistress Kate, for he perceived that, although she held the handle of her rod in her hand, the other end of it was lying on the ground, not very far away from the bait and the hook which, it was very plain, had not been in the water at all. She must have been thinking of something else besides fishing, he thought.
text_transcription: AS MASTER NEWCOMB STEPPED NEAR HIS SPIRITS ROSE AS THEY HAD NOT ALWAYS RISEN AS HE APPROACHED MISTRESS KATE FOR HE PERCEIVED THAT ALTHOUGH SHE HELD THE HANDLE OF HER ROD IN HER HAND THE OTHER END OF IT WAS LYING ON THE GROUND NOT VERY FAR AWAY FROM THE BAIT AND THE HOOK WHICH TWAS VERY PLAIN HAD NOT BEEN IN THE WATER AT ALL SHE MUST HAVE BEEN THINKING OF SOMETHING ELSE BESIDES FISHING HE THOUGHT
phonemes: æz mˈæstɚ nˈuːkuːm stˈɛpt nˈɪɹ, hɪz spˈɪɹɪts ɹˈoʊz, æz ðeɪ hæd nˌɑːt ˈɔːlweɪz ɹˈɪzən, æz hiː ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt mˈɪstɹəs kˈeɪt, fɔːɹ hiː pɚsˈiːvd ðˈæt, ɔːlðˈoʊ ʃiː hˈɛld ðə hˈændəl ʌv hɜː ɹˈɑːd ɪn hɜː hˈænd, ðɪ ˈʌðɚɹ ˈɛnd ʌv ɪt wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, nˌɑːt vˈɛɹi fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌmðə bˈeɪt ænd ðə hˈʊk wˈɪtʃ, ɪt wʌz vˈɛɹi plˈeɪn, hæd nˌɑːt bˌɪn ɪnðə wˈɔːɾɚɹ æɾ ˈɔːl. ʃiː mˈʌstɐv bˌɪn θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv sˈʌmθɪŋ ˈɛls bᵻsˌaɪdz fˈɪʃɪŋ, hiː θˈɔːt.