text_original: There was another pause, during which a stout old fellow in the workshop quitted the anvil for a moment, and, catching a glimpse of the young couple, muttered to his helpmate   "I say, Ned, I'm a thinkin' our master'll soon have a son in law. There's pretty plain signs on it at yonder door."
text_transcription: THERE WAS ANOTHER PAUSE DURING WHICH A STOUT OLD FELLOW IN THE WORKSHOP QUITTED THE ANVIL FOR A MOMENT AND CATCHING A GLIMPSE OF THE YOUNG COUPLE MUTTERED TO HIS HELPMATE I SAY NED I'M THINKING OUR MASTER WILL SOON HAVE A SON IN LAW THERE'S PRETTY PLAIN SIGNS ON IT AT YONDER DOOR
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐnˈʌðɚ pˈɔːz, dˈʊɹɹɪŋ wˌɪtʃ ɐ stˈaʊt ˈoʊld fˈɛloʊ ɪnðə wˈɜːkʃɑːp kwˈɪɾᵻd ðɪ ˈænvəl fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt, ænd, kˈætʃɪŋ ɐ ɡlˈɪmps ʌvðə jˈʌŋ kˈʌpəl, mˈʌɾɚd tə hɪz hˈɛlpmeɪt   "aɪ sˈeɪ, nˈɛd, aɪm ɐ θˈɪŋkɪn ˌaʊɚ mˈæstɚɹəl sˈuːn hæv ɐ sˈʌn ɪn lˈɔː. ðɛɹz pɹˈɪɾi plˈeɪn sˈaɪnz ˌɔn ɪɾ æt jˈɑːndɚ dˈɔːɹ."