text_original: "What the devil can have become of him?" cried the landlord, with a look of dismay. "Ay, that's the questin!" rejoined the Tinker. "I begin to be of Ginger's opinion, that the devil himself must have flown avay vith him. No von else could ha' taken a fancy to him."
text_transcription: WHAT THE DEVIL CAN HAVE BECOME OF HIM CRIED THE LANDLORD WITH A LOOK OF DISMAY WHY THAT'S THE QUESTION REJOINED THE TINKER I BEGIN TO BE OF GINGER'S OPINION THAT THE DEVIL HIMSELF MUST HAVE FLOWN AWAY WITH HIM NO ONE ELSE COULD HAVE TAKEN A FANCY TO HIM
phonemes: "wˌʌt ðə dˈɛvəl kæn hæv bɪkˈʌm ʌv hˌɪm?" kɹˈaɪd ðə lˈændlɔːɹd, wɪð ɐ lˈʊk ʌv dɪsmˈeɪ. "ˈaɪ, ðæts ðə kwˈɛstɪn!" ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪnd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ. "aɪ bɪɡˈɪn təbi ʌv dʒˈɪndʒɚz əpˈɪniən, ðætðə dˈɛvəl hɪmsˈɛlf mˈʌstɐv flˈoʊn ˈæveɪ vˈɪθ hˌɪm. nˈoʊ vˈɑːn ˈɛls kʊd hˈɑː tˈeɪkən ɐ fˈænsi tə hˌɪm."