text_original: They all had lost, you see. I replied, 'Release my wrist* ' Not,' he said, ' till you show me that card ! ' * Take it!' I cried, and flung it in his face. I have not so sweet a temper as you, my friend.
text_transcription: THEY ALL HAD LOST YOU SEE I REPLIED RELEASE MY WRIST NOT HE SAID TILL YOU SHOW ME THAT CARD TAKE IT I CRIED AND FLUNG IT IN HIS FACE I HAVE NOT SO SWEET A TEMPER AS YOU MY FRIEND
phonemes: ðeɪ ˈɔːl hæd lˈɔst, juː sˈiː. aɪ ɹᵻplˈaɪd, ɹᵻlˈiːs maɪ ɹˈɪst ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk nˈɑːt,hiː sˈɛd, tˈɪl juː ʃˈoʊ mˌiː ðæt kˈɑːɹd ! ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk tˈeɪk ɪt!aɪ kɹˈaɪd, ænd flˈʌŋ ɪɾ ɪn hɪz fˈeɪs. aɪ hɐvnˌɑːt sˌoʊ swˈiːt ɐ tˈɛmpɚɹ æz juː, maɪ fɹˈɛnd.