text_original: Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough—" "It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, another draught of the Medoc."
text_transcription: COME WE WILL GO BACK ERE IT IS TOO LATE YOUR COUGH IT IS NOTHING HE SAID LET US GO ON BUT FIRST ANOTHER DRAUGHT IN THE METIC
phonemes: kˈʌm, wiː wɪl ɡˌoʊ bˈæk ˈɛɹ ɪɾ ɪz tˈuː lˈeɪt. jʊɹ kˈɔf—" "ɪɾ ɪz nˈʌθɪŋ," hiː sˈɛd; "lˈɛt ˌʌs ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn. bˌʌt fˈɜːst, ɐnˈʌðɚ dɹˈæft ʌvðə mˈɛdɑːk."