text_original: Auriol, who had fallen into a fit of abstraction, here remarked: "What's that you are saying, fellow?" "I vos a sayin', sir, the young lady shall have the dog for fifteen pound, and a precious bargin it is," replied Ginger.
text_transcription: AUREOLE WHO HAD FALLEN INTO A FIT OF ABSTRACTION HERE REMARKED WHAT'S THAT YOU ARE SAYING FELLOW AHVAS A SAYING SIR THE YOUNG LADY SHALL HAVE THE DOG FOR FIFTEEN POUND AND THE PRECIOUS BARGAIN IT IS REPLIED GINGER
phonemes: ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl, hˌuː hæd fˈɔːlən ˌɪntʊ ɐ fˈɪt ʌv ɐbstɹˈækʃən, hˈɪɹ ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt: "wˌʌts ðæt juː ɑːɹ sˈeɪɪŋ, fˈɛloʊ?" "aɪ vˈɑːs ɐ sˈeɪɪn, sˌɜː, ðə jˈʌŋ lˈeɪdi ʃˌæl hæv ðə dˈɑːɡ fɔːɹ fˈɪftiːn pˈaʊnd, ænd ɐ pɹˈɛʃəs bˈɑːɹdʒɪn ɪɾ ˈɪz," ɹᵻplˈaɪd dʒˈɪndʒɚ.