text_original: "A friend's." "What was his name?" "His name was — Cookson." Mr. Howitt spoke with a perceptible stammer. ** Cookson? I see." There was silence. For some cause, Mr. Howitt seemed on a sudden to have gone all limp. He sat in a sort of heap on his chair. He smoothed his hands together, as if with unconscious volition. His sickly smile had degenerated into a fatuous grin.
text_transcription: FRIENDS WHAT WAS HIS NAME HIS NAME WAS CUXEN MISTER HOWITT SPOKE WITH A PERCEPTIBLE STAMMER CUXON I SEE THERE WAS SILENCE FOR SOME CAUSE MISTER HOWITT SEEMED ON A SUDDEN TO HAVE GONE ALL LIMP HE SAT IN A SORT OF HEAP ON HIS CHAIR HE SMOOTHED HIS HANDS TOGETHER AS IF WITH UNCONSCIOUS VOLITION HIS SICKLY SMILE HAD DEGENERATED INTO A FATIOUS GRIN
phonemes: "ɐ fɹˈɛndz." "wˌʌt wʌz hɪz nˈeɪm?" "hɪz nˈeɪm wʌz — kˈʊksən." mˈɪstɚ. hˈaʊɪt spˈoʊk wɪð ɐ pɚsˈɛptᵻbəl stˈæmɚ. ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk kˈʊksən? aɪ sˈiː." ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈaɪləns. fɔːɹ sˌʌm kˈɔːz, mˈɪstɚ. hˈaʊɪt sˈiːmd ˌɔn ɐ sˈʌdən tə hæv ɡɔn ˈɔːl lˈɪmp. hiː sˈæt ɪn ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv hˈiːp ˌɔn hɪz tʃˈɛɹ. hiː smˈuːðd hɪz hˈændz təɡˈɛðɚ, æz ɪf wɪð ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəs vəlˈɪʃən. hɪz sˈɪkli smˈaɪl hæd dᵻdʒˈɛnɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd ˌɪntʊ ɐ fˈætʃuːəs ɡɹˈɪn.