text_original: "Not robbed, my Fungst — not robbed. The diamond's here." He turned the bag upside down upon the table. There came Digitized by VjOOQIC THE DIAMONDS 219 out a little mass of tiny sparkling crystals. They formed upon the table a small heap of glittering dust Mr. Brooke pointed to it with his hand. " There's your rose brilliant, Fungst'* Mr. Fungst came forward. He leaned over the table.
text_transcription: NOT ROBBED MY FUNGS NOT ROBBED THE DIAMONDS HERE HE TURNED THE BAG UPSIDE DOWN UPON THE TABLE THERE CAME OUT A LITTLE MASS OF TINY SPARKLING CRYSTALS THEY FORMED UPON THE TABLE A SMALL HEAP OF GLITTERING DUST MISTER BROOKE POINTED TO IT WITH HIS HAND THERE'S YOUR ROSE BRILLIANT FUNCED MISTER FUNGSK CAME FORWARD HE LEANED OVER THE TABLE
phonemes: "nˌɑːt ɹˈɑːbd, maɪ fˈʌŋst — nˌɑːt ɹˈɑːbd. ðə dˈaɪəməndz hˈɪɹ." hiː tˈɜːnd ðə bˈæɡ ˈʌpsaɪd dˌaʊn əpˌɑːn ðə tˈeɪbəl. ðɛɹ kˈeɪm dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ vˌiːdʒˈeɪ ˈuːkɪk ðə dˈaɪəməndz tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪntiːn ˈaʊt ɐ lˈɪɾəl mˈæs ʌv tˈaɪni spˈɑːɹklɪŋ kɹˈɪstəlz. ðeɪ fˈɔːɹmd əpˌɑːn ðə tˈeɪbəl ɐ smˈɔːl hˈiːp ʌv ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ dˈʌst mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk pˈɔɪntᵻd tʊ ɪt wɪð hɪz hˈænd. " ðɛɹz jʊɹ ɹˈoʊz bɹˈɪliənt, fˈʌŋst ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk mˈɪstɚ. fˈʌŋst kˈeɪm fˈɔːɹwɚd. hiː lˈiːnd ˌoʊvɚ ðə tˈeɪbəl.