text_original: Mr. Trigge bowed to the sour looking gentleman, and appeared ready to enter into conversation with him, but no notice being taken of his advances, he went and talked to his magpie. While he was chattering to it, the sagacious bird screamed forth: "Pretty dear!  pretty dear!"
text_transcription: MISTER TRIGG BOWED TO THE SOUR LOOKING GENTLEMAN AND APPEARED READY TO ENTER INTO CONVERSATION WITH HIM BUT NO NOTICE BEING TAKEN OF HIS ADVANCES HE WENT AND TALKED TO HIS MAGPIE WHILE HE WAS CHATTERING TO IT THE SAGACIOUS BIRD SCREAMED FORTH PRETTY DEAR PRETTY DEAR
phonemes: mˈɪstɚ. tɹˈɪɡ bˈaʊd tə ðə sˈaʊɚ lˈʊkɪŋ dʒˈɛntəlmən, ænd ɐpˈɪɹd ɹˈɛdi tʊ ˈɛntɚɹ ˌɪntʊ kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən wɪð hˌɪm, bˌʌt nˈoʊ nˈoʊɾɪs bˌiːɪŋ tˈeɪkən ʌv hɪz ɐdvˈænsᵻz, hiː wɛnt ænd tˈɔːkt tə hɪz mˈæɡpaɪ. wˌaɪl hiː wʌz tʃˈæɾɚɹɪŋ tʊ ɪt, ðə səɡˈeɪʃəs bˈɜːd skɹˈiːmd fˈɔːɹθ: "pɹˈɪɾi dˈɪɹ!  pɹˈɪɾi dˈɪɹ!"