text_original: The farmer gave her a quick glance, then looked away, and busied himself with the little cushion of moss that still lay in his broad palm. At heart he was more than half a Puritan, and hated jigs and feastings as lustily as did the Gideons and Grace be heres of Cromwell's day.
text_transcription: THE FARMER GAVE HER A QUICK GLANCE THEN LOOKED AWAY AND BUSIED HIMSELF WITH THE LITTLE CUSHION OF MOSS THAT STILL LAY IN HIS BROAD PALM AT HEART HE WAS MORE THAN HALF A PURITAN AND HATED JIGS AND FEASTINGS AS LUSTILY AS DID THE GIDEONS AND GRACE BEHEARS OF CROMWELL'S DAY
phonemes: ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ ɡˈeɪv hɜːɹ ɐ kwˈɪk ɡlˈæns, ðˈɛn lˈʊkt ɐwˈeɪ, ænd bˈɪzid hɪmsˈɛlf wɪððə lˈɪɾəl kˈʊʃən ʌv mˈɔs ðæt stˈɪl lˈeɪ ɪn hɪz bɹˈɔːd pˈɑːm. æt hˈɑːɹt hiː wʌz mˈɔːɹ ðɐn hˈæf ɐ pjˈʊɹɹɪtən, ænd hˈeɪɾᵻd dʒˈɪɡz ænd fˈiːstɪŋz æz lˈʌstili æz dˈɪd ðə ɡˈɪdɪənz ænd ɡɹˈeɪs biː hˈɪɹz ʌv kɹˈɑːmwɛlz dˈeɪ.