text_original: Before Auriol could reply, Mr. Thorneycroft stepped forward, and turned the conversation into another channel. Soon after this, they reached the Quadrant, and were passing beneath the eastern colonnade, when Ebba's attention was attracted towards a man who was leading a couple of dogs by a string, while he had others under his arm, others again in his pocket, and another in his breast. It was Mr. Ginger. "What a pretty little dog!" cried Ebba, remarking the Charles the Second spaniel.
text_transcription: BEFORE ORIOLE COULD REPLY MISTER THORNYCROFT STEPPED FORWARD AND TURNED THE CONVERSATION INTO ANOTHER CHANNEL SOON AFTER THIS THEY REACHED THE QUADRANT AND WERE PASSING BENEATH THE EASTERN COLONNADE WHEN EBBA'S ATTENTION WAS ATTRACTED TOWARDS A MAN WHO WAS LEADING A COUPLE OF DOGS BY A STRING WHILE HE HAD OTHERS UNDER HIS ARM OTHERS AGAIN IN HIS POCKET AND ANOTHER IN HIS BREAST IT WAS MISTER GINGER WHAT A PRETTY LITTLE DOG CRIED EBBA REMARKING A CHARLES THE SECOND SPANIEL
phonemes: bᵻfˌɔːɹ ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl kʊd ɹᵻplˈaɪ, mˈɪstɚ. θˈɔːɹnɪkɹˌɔft stˈɛpt fˈɔːɹwɚd, ænd tˈɜːnd ðə kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən ˌɪntʊ ɐnˈʌðɚ tʃˈænəl. sˈuːn ˈæftɚ ðˈɪs, ðeɪ ɹˈiːtʃt ðə kwˈɑːdɹənt, ænd wɜː pˈæsɪŋ bᵻnˌiːθ ðɪ ˈiːstɚn kˈɑːlənˌeɪd, wˌɛn ˈɛbəz ɐtˈɛnʃən wʌz ɐtɹˈæktᵻd təwˈɔːɹdz ɐ mˈæn hˌuː wʌz lˈiːdɪŋ ɐ kˈʌpəl ʌv dˈɑːɡz baɪ ɐ stɹˈɪŋ, wˌaɪl hiː hæd ˈʌðɚz ˌʌndɚ hɪz ˈɑːɹm, ˈʌðɚz ɐɡˈɛn ɪn hɪz pˈɑːkɪt, ænd ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ɪn hɪz bɹˈɛst. ɪt wʌz mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈɪndʒɚ. "wˌʌt ɐ pɹˈɪɾi lˈɪɾəl dˈɑːɡ!" kɹˈaɪd ˈɛbə, ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkɪŋ ðə tʃˈɑːɹlz ðə sˈɛkənd spˈænjəl.