text_original: '" "D  n Judge Learmouth!" cried the gentleman angrily. "If I were a judge, I'd hang such a careless fellow." "Sarve him right!" screamed Mag  "sarve him right!" [Illustration: The Barber of London.] "Beg pardon, sir," cried Watts. "I'll rectify you in a minute." "Well, my little friend," observed Trigge, "and what may be your object in coming to me? as the great conveyancer, Mr. Plodwell, observes to his clients  what may be your object?"
text_transcription: DAMN JUDGE LEO MOUTH CRIED THE GENTLEMAN ANGRILY IF I WERE A JUDGE I'D HANG SUCH A CARELESS FELLOW SALVE HIM RIGHT SCREAMED MEG SALVE HIM RIGHT BEG PARDON SIR CRIED WATTS I'LL RECTIFY YOU IN A MINUTE WELL MY LITTLE FRIEND OBSERVED TRIGG AND WHAT MAY BE YOUR OBJECT IN COMING TO ME AS THE GREAT CONVEYANCER MISTER BLODWELL OBSERVES TO HIS CLIENTS WHAT MAY BE YOUR OBJECT
phonemes: " "dˈiː ˈɛn dʒˈʌdʒ lˈɪɹməθ!" kɹˈaɪd ðə dʒˈɛntəlmən ˈæŋɡɹili. "ɪf aɪ wɜːɹ ɐ dʒˈʌdʒ, aɪd hˈæŋ sˈʌtʃ ɐ kˈɛɹləs fˈɛloʊ." "sˈɑːɹv hˌɪm ɹˈaɪt!" skɹˈiːmd mˈæɡ  "sˈɑːɹv hˌɪm ɹˈaɪt!" [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən: ðə bˈɑːɹbɚɹ ʌv lˈʌndən.] "bˈɛɡ pˈɑːɹdən, sˌɜː," kɹˈaɪd wˈɑːts. "aɪl ɹˈɛktᵻfˌaɪ juː ɪn ɐ mˈɪnɪt." "wˈɛl, maɪ lˈɪɾəl fɹˈɛnd," əbzˈɜːvd tɹˈɪɡ, "ænd wʌt mˈeɪ biː jʊɹ ˈɑːbdʒɛkt ɪn kˈʌmɪŋ tə mˌiː? æz ðə ɡɹˈeɪt kənvˈeɪənsɚ, mˈɪstɚ. plˈɑːdwɛl, əbzˈɜːvz tə hɪz klˈaɪənts wʌt mˈeɪ biː jʊɹ ˈɑːbdʒɛkt?"