text_original: Why, Mr. Major, I've been a tipster — ah, I don't know how many years — and as for placing the first three, even at a donkey race, why, I haven't come within a million mile of 'em." Mr. Gill glanced round There was something curious in his glance.
text_transcription: WHY MISTER MAJOR I'VE BEEN A TIPSTER AH I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY YEARS AND AS FOR PLACING THE FIRST THREE EVEN AT THE DONKEY RACE WHY I HAVEN'T COME WITHIN A MILLION MILE OF EM MISTER GILL GLANCED ROUND THERE WAS SOMETHING CURIOUS IN HIS GLANCE
phonemes: wˈaɪ, mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪdʒɚ, aɪv bˌɪn ɐ tˈɪpstɚ — ˈɑː, aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ hˌaʊ mˈɛni jˈɪɹz — ænd æz fɔːɹ plˈeɪsɪŋ ðə fˈɜːst θɹˈiː, ˈiːvən æɾə dˈɔŋki ɹˈeɪs, wˈaɪ, aɪ hˈævənt kˈʌm wɪðˌɪn ɐ mˈɪliən mˈaɪl ʌv ˈɛm." mˈɪstɚ. ɡˈɪl ɡlˈænst ɹˈaʊnd ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ kjˈʊɹɹiəs ɪn hɪz ɡlˈæns.