text_original: " Excuse me, master," said he, bending his long back to a level with the little man ; " I was asleep." " Do you want me to make you acquainted with a far sounder sleep than that ? " Spiagudry's face assumed an expression of terror, the only thing which could be more comic than his expression of mirth. " Well ! what is it ? " continued the little man. " What ails you
text_transcription: EXCUSE ME MASTER SAID HE BENDING HIS LONG BACK TO A LEVEL WITH THE LITTLE MAN I WAS ASLEEP DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU ACQUAINTED WITH A FAR SOUND ASLEEP THAN THE HAT SVIAGRI'S FACE ASSUMED AN EXPRESSION OF TERROR THE ONLY THING WHICH COULD BE MORE COMIC THAN HIS EXPRESSION OF MIRTH WELL WHAT IS IT CONTINUED THE LITTLE MAN WHAT AILS YOU
phonemes: " ɛkskjˈuːs mˌiː, mˈæstɚ," sˈɛd hiː, bˈɛndɪŋ hɪz lˈɔŋ bˈæk tʊ ɐ lˈɛvəl wɪððə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn ; " aɪ wʌz ɐslˈiːp." " dˈuː juː wˈɔnt mˌiː tə mˌeɪk juː ɐkwˈeɪntᵻd wɪð ɐ fˈɑːɹ sˈaʊndɚ slˈiːp ðɐn ðˈæt ? " spˈaɪəɡˌʌdɹiz fˈeɪs ɐsˈuːmd ɐn ɛkspɹˈɛʃən ʌv tˈɛɹɚ, ðɪ ˈoʊnli θˈɪŋ wˌɪtʃ kʊd biː mˈɔːɹ kˈɑːmɪk ðɐn hɪz ɛkspɹˈɛʃən ʌv mˈɜːθ. " wˈɛl ! wˌʌt ɪz ɪt ? " kəntˈɪnjuːd ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn. " wˌʌt ˈeɪlz juː