text_original: Silence being at length restored, the Tinker, winking slyly at his companions, opened the conversation. "I say, deputy," he observed, "ve've bin havin' a bit o' a dispute vich you can settle for us." "Well, let's see," squeaked the dwarf. "What is it?"
text_transcription: SILENCE BEING AT LENGTH RESTORED THE TINKER WINKING SLYLY AT HIS COMPANIONS OPENED THE CONVERSATION I'LL SAY DEPUTY HE OBSERVED WE'VE BEEN HAVING A BIT OF A DISPUTE WHICH YOU CAN SETTLE FOR US WELL LET'S SEE SQUEAKED THE DWARF WHAT IS IT
phonemes: sˈaɪləns bˌiːɪŋ æt lˈɛŋθ ɹᵻstˈɔːɹd, ðə tˈɪŋkɚ, wˈɪŋkɪŋ slˈaɪli æt hɪz kəmpˈæniənz, ˈoʊpənd ðə kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən. "aɪ sˈeɪ, dˈɛpjuːɾi," hiː əbzˈɜːvd, "vˈiːəv bˈɪn hˈævɪn ɐ bˈɪt ˈoʊ ɐ dɪspjˈuːt vˈɪtʃ juː kæn sˈɛɾəl fɔːɹ ˌʌs." "wˈɛl, lˈɛts sˈiː," skwˈiːkt ðə dwˈɔːɹf. "wˌʌt ɪz ɪt?"