text_original: The silversmith came too, rubbing his hands as if he were not ill satisfied with his bargain. He wished the farmer good day, and the mare jogged steadily back to Huntsdean.
text_transcription: THE SILVERSMITH CAME TOO RUBBING HIS HANDS AS IF HE WERE NOT ILL SATISFIED WITH HIS BARGAIN HE WISHED THE FARMER GOOD DAY AND THE MAYOR JOGGED STEADILY BACK TO HUNSTEIN
phonemes: ðə sˈɪlvɚsmˌɪθ kˈeɪm tˈuː, ɹˈʌbɪŋ hɪz hˈændz æz ɪf hiː wɜː nˌɑːt ˈɪl sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪd wɪð hɪz bˈɑːɹɡɪn. hiː wˈɪʃt ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ ɡˈʊd dˈeɪ, ænd ðə mˈɛɹ dʒˈɑːɡd stˈɛdili bˈæk tə hˈʌntsdiən.