text_original: Guidon Stayper, old friend, I would rather for your sake that the diamonds in that buckle were grains of millet, if you did not come by them honestly, — as honestly as a royal pheasant comes by a leaden bullet."
text_transcription: GOLDEN STIPER OLD FRIEND I WOULD RATHER FOR YOUR SAKE THAT THE DIAMONDS IN THAT BUCKLE WERE GRAINS OF MILLET IF YOU DID NOT COME BY THEM HONESTLY AS HONESTLY AS A ROYAL PHEASANT COMES BY A LEADEN BULLET
phonemes: ɡˈaɪdɑːn stˈeɪpɚ, ˈoʊld fɹˈɛnd, aɪ wʊd ɹˈæðɚ fɔːɹ jʊɹ sˈeɪk ðætðə dˈaɪəməndz ɪn ðæt bˈʌkəl wɜː ɡɹˈeɪnz ʌv mˈɪlɪt, ɪf juː dɪdnˌɑːt kˈʌm baɪ ðˌɛm ˈɑːnɪstli, — æz ˈɑːnɪstli æz ɐ ɹˈɔɪəl fˈɛzənt kˈʌmz baɪ ɐ lˈɛdən bˈʊlɪt."