text_original: "No, no, that is too dear," he would mutter under his breath. "I must go and try somewhere else." Then again he would fall to examining copy books, collections of poems, and almanacs of the cheaper order. "Why should you buy things like those?" I asked him. "They are such rubbish!" "No, no!" he replied.
text_transcription: NO NO THAT IS TOO DEAR HE WOULD MUTTER UNDER HIS BREATH I MUST GO AND TRY SOMEWHERE ELSE THEN AGAIN HE WOULD FALL TO EXAMINING COPY BOOKS COLLECTIONS OF POEMS AND ALMANACS OF THE CHEAPER ORDER WHY SHOULD YOU BUY THINGS LIKE THOSE I ASKED HIM THEY ARE SUCH RUBBISH NO NO HE REPLIED
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ, ðæt ɪz tˈuː dˈɪɹ," hiː wʊd mˈʌɾɚɹ ˌʌndɚ hɪz bɹˈɛθ. "aɪ mˈʌst ɡˌoʊ ænd tɹˈaɪ sˈʌmwɛɹ ˈɛls." ðˈɛn ɐɡˈɛn hiː wʊd fˈɔːl tʊ ɛɡzˈæmɪnɪŋ kˈɑːpi bˈʊks, kəlˈɛkʃənz ʌv pˈoʊᵻmz, ænd ˈɔlmɐnˌæks ʌvðə tʃˈiːpɚɹ ˈɔːɹdɚ. "wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd juː bˈaɪ θˈɪŋz lˈaɪk ðˈoʊz?" aɪ ˈæskt hˌɪm. "ðeɪ ɑːɹ sˈʌtʃ ɹˈʌbɪʃ!" "nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ!" hiː ɹᵻplˈaɪd.