text_original: And then, lowering his voice, he added, "You'll be glad to purchase my silence ven you larns wot secrets o' yourn has come to my knowledge." "Won't you get in, Mr. Darcy?" cried Thorneycroft, whose back was towards the Tinker. "I must speak to this man," replied Auriol. "I'll come to you in the evening. Till then, farewell, Ebba." And, as the coach drove away, he added to the Tinker, "Now, rascal, what have you to say?"
text_transcription: AND THEN LOWERING HIS VOICE HE ADDED YOU'LL BE GLAD TO PURCHASE MY SILENCE WHEN YOU LANCE WHAT SECRETS OF YOURN HAS COME TO MY KNOWLEDGE WON'T YOU GET IN MISTER DARCY CRIED THORNYCROFT WHOSE BACK WAS TOWARDS THE TINKER I MUST SPEAK TO THIS MAN REPLIED AUREOLE I'LL COME TO YOU IN THE EVENING TILL THEN FAREWELL ABB AND AS THE COACH DROVE AWAY HE ADDED TO THE TINKER NOW RASCAL WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY
phonemes: ænd ðˈɛn, lˈoʊɚɹɪŋ hɪz vˈɔɪs, hiː ˈædᵻd, "juːl biː ɡlˈæd tə pˈɜːtʃɪs maɪ sˈaɪləns vˈɛn juː lˈɑːɹnz wˈɑːt sˈiːkɹᵻts ˈoʊ jˈɔːɹn hɐz kˈʌm tə maɪ nˈɑːlɪdʒ." "woʊnt juː ɡɛt ˈɪn, mˈɪstɚ. dˈɑːɹsi?" kɹˈaɪd θˈɔːɹnɪkɹˌɔft, hˌuːz bˈæk wʌz təwˈɔːɹdz ðə tˈɪŋkɚ. "aɪ mˈʌst spˈiːk tə ðɪs mˈæn," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl. "aɪl kˈʌm tə juː ɪnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ. tˈɪl ðˈɛn, fɛɹwˈɛl, ˈɛbə." ænd, æz ðə kˈoʊtʃ dɹˈoʊv ɐwˈeɪ, hiː ˈædᵻd tə ðə tˈɪŋkɚ, "nˈaʊ, ɹˈæskəl, wˌʌt hæv juː tə sˈeɪ?"