text_original: Far from seeming disconcerted, Mr. Hacket answered smilingly, " Then I will send this money to your poor mother, my dear Norbith, so that she may have two new blankets to shield her from the cold wind this winter."
text_transcription: FAR FROM SEEMING DISCONCERTED MISTER HACKETT ANSWERED SMILINGLY THEN I WILL SEND THIS MONEY TO YOUR POOR MOTHER MY DEAR NORBITH SO THAT SHE MAY HAVE TWO NEW BLANKETS TO SHIELD HER FROM THE COLD WIND THIS WINTER
phonemes: fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm sˈiːmɪŋ dɪskənsˈɜːɾᵻd, mˈɪstɚ. hˈækɪt ˈænsɚd smˈaɪlɪŋli, " ðˈɛn aɪ wɪl sˈɛnd ðɪs mˈʌni tə jʊɹ pˈʊɹ mˈʌðɚ, maɪ dˈɪɹ nˈɔːɹbɪt, sˌoʊ ðæt ʃiː mˌeɪhɐv tˈuː nˈuː blˈæŋkɪts tə ʃˈiːld hɜː fɹʌmðə kˈoʊld wˈɪnd ðɪs wˈɪntɚ."