text_original: It appears to me, that all our hopes now are in finding out the soldier, and his wife the wet nurse, who were sent to India  no doubt with the hope that the climate and the fevers may carry them off. That uncle of yours is a great blackguard, every bit of him.
text_transcription: IT APPEARS TO ME THAT ALL OUR HOPES NOW ARE IN FINDING OUT THE SOLDIER AND HIS WIFE THE WITNESS WHO WAS SENT TO INDIA NO DOUBT WITH THE HOPE THAT THE CLIMATE AND THE FEVERS MAY CARRY THEM OFF THAT UNCLE OF YOURS IS A GREAT BLACKGUARD EVERY BIT OF HIM
phonemes: ɪɾ ɐpˈɪɹz tə mˌiː, ðæt ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊps nˈaʊ ɑːɹ ɪn fˈaɪndɪŋ ˈaʊt ðə sˈoʊldʒɚ, ænd hɪz wˈaɪf ðə wˈɛt nˈɜːs, hˌuː wɜː sˈɛnt tʊ ˈɪndiə nˈoʊ dˈaʊt wɪððə hˈoʊp ðætðə klˈaɪmət ænd ðə fˈiːvɚz mˈeɪ kˈæɹi ðˌɛm ˈɔf. ðæt ˈʌŋkəl ʌv jˈɔːɹz ɪz ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt blˈækɡɑːɹd, ˈɛvɹi bˈɪt ʌv hˌɪm.