text_original: He paid not the slightest heed. All through the din of conversation Mr. Gill's words were ringjing in his ears— "What a pot it will be!" And wherever he looked he saw, as in a waking dream, a woman's face.
text_transcription: HE PAID NOT THE SLIGHTEST HEED ALL THROUGH THE DIN OF CONVERSATION MISTER GILL'S WORDS WERE RINGING IN HIS EARS WHAT A POT IT WILL BE AND WHEREVER HE LOOKED HE SAW AS IN A WAKING DREAM A WOMAN'S FACE
phonemes: hiː pˈeɪd nˌɑːt ðə slˈaɪɾɪst hˈiːd. ˈɔːl θɹuː ðə dˈɪn ʌv kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən mˈɪstɚ. ɡˈɪlz wˈɜːdz wɜː ɹˈɪŋdʒɪŋ ɪn hɪz ˈɪɹz— "wˌʌt ɐ pˈɑːt ɪt wɪl bˈiː!" ænd wɛɹˈɛvɚ hiː lˈʊkt hiː sˈɔː, æz ɪn ɐ wˈeɪkɪŋ dɹˈiːm, ɐ wˈʊmənz fˈeɪs.