text_original: Every now and then a book would slip from one of his pockets and fall into the mud; whereupon somebody, stopping him, would direct his attention to his loss, and he would stop, pick up the book, and again set off in pursuit of the hearse.
text_transcription: EVERY NOW AND THEN A BOOK WOULD SLIP FROM ONE OF HIS POCKETS AND FALL INTO THE MUD WHEREUPON SOMEBODY STOPPING HIM WOULD DIRECT HIS ATTENTION TO HIS LOSS AND HE WOULD STOP PICK UP THE BOOK AND AGAIN SET OFF IN PURSUIT OF THE HEARSE
phonemes: ˈɛvɹi nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn ɐ bˈʊk wʊd slˈɪp fɹʌm wˈʌn ʌv hɪz pˈɑːkɪts ænd fˈɔːl ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈʌd; wˈɛɹəpˌɑːn sˈʌmbɑːdi, stˈɑːpɪŋ hˌɪm, wʊd dᵻɹˈɛkt hɪz ɐtˈɛnʃən tə hɪz lˈɔs, ænd hiː wʊd stˈɑːp, pˈɪk ˌʌp ðə bˈʊk, ænd ɐɡˈɛn sˈɛt ˈɔf ɪn pɚsˈuːt ʌvðə hˈɜːs.