text_original: Galbraith lifted his hand, black, and embossed with cobbler's wax, and rubbed it thoughtfully over his chin: he accepted the fiction offered him; it was but the well known prologue to a hebdomadal passage between them. What if he did not intend going to church the next day?
text_transcription: GALBRAVE LIFTED HIS HAND BLACK AND EMBOSSED WITH COBBLER'S WAX AND RUBBED IT THOUGHTFULLY OVER HIS CHIN HE ACCEPTED THE FICTION OFFERED HIM IT WAS BUT THE WELL KNOWN PROLOGUE TO A HEBDOMADAL PASSAGE BETWEEN THEM WHAT IF HE DID NOT INTEND GOING TO CHURCH THE NEXT DAY
phonemes: ɡˈælbɹeɪθ lˈɪftᵻd hɪz hˈænd, blˈæk, ænd ɛmbˈɔst wɪð kˈɑːblɚz wˈæks, ænd ɹˈʌbd ɪt θˈɔːtfəli ˌoʊvɚ hɪz tʃˈɪn: hiː ɐksˈɛptᵻd ðə fˈɪkʃən ˈɔfɚd hˌɪm; ɪt wʌz bˌʌt ðə wˈɛl nˈoʊn pɹˈoʊlɑːɡ tʊ ɐ hˈɛbdəmˌædəl pˈæsɪdʒ bᵻtwˈiːn ðˌɛm. wˌʌt ɪf hiː dɪdnˌɑːt ɪntˈɛnd ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə tʃˈɜːtʃ ðə nˈɛkst dˈeɪ?