text_original: " Was he so like papa ? " asked Nora. " Like ! If you had his portrait But there is his portrait" I pointed to a portrait in oils of Mr. Groome which hung over the fireplace. They stared at it and then at me.
text_transcription: WAS HE SO LIKE PAPA ASKED NORAH LIKE IF YOU HAD HIS PORTRAIT BUT THERE IS HIS PORTRAIT I POINTED TO A PORTRAIT IN OILS OF MISTER GROOM WHICH HUNG OVER THE FIREPLACE THEY STARED AT IT AND THEN AT ME
phonemes: " wʌz hiː sˌoʊ lˈaɪk pˈɑːpə ? " ˈæskt nˈɔːɹə. " lˈaɪk ! ɪf juː hæd hɪz pˈɔːɹtɹɪt bˌʌt ðɛɹ ɪz hɪz pˈɔːɹtɹɪt" aɪ pˈɔɪntᵻd tʊ ɐ pˈɔːɹtɹɪt ɪn ˈɔɪlz ʌv mˈɪstɚ. ɡɹˈuːm wˌɪtʃ hˈʌŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈaɪɚpleɪs. ðeɪ stˈɛɹd æɾ ɪt ænd ðˈɛn æt mˌiː.