text_original: There was a laugh. Even Mr. Jacobs seemed amused. " Eighteen hundred pounds, eleven to three, King Bruce, Mr. Major. Give Mr. Major his ticket, Mr. Blades." " Look out, Jacobs," shouted a voice, " the young gent means having you."
text_transcription: THERE WAS A LAUGH EVEN MISTER JACOB SEEMED AMUSED EIGHTEEN HUNDRED POUNDS ELEVEN TO THREE KING BRUCE MISTER MAJOR GIVE MISTER MAJOR HIS TICKET MISTER BLADES LOOK OUT JACOBS SHOUTED A VOICE THE YOUNG GENT MEANS HAVING YOU
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈæf. ˈiːvən mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈeɪkəbz sˈiːmd ɐmjˈuːzd. " ˈeɪtiːn hˈʌndɹɪd pˈaʊndz, ᵻlˈɛvən tə θɹˈiː, kˈɪŋ bɹˈuːs, mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪdʒɚ. ɡˈɪv mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪdʒɚ hɪz tˈɪkɪt, mˈɪstɚ. blˈeɪdz." " lˈʊk ˈaʊt, dʒˈeɪkəbz," ʃˈaʊɾᵻd ɐ vˈɔɪs, " ðə jˈʌŋ dʒˈɛnt mˈiːnz hˈævɪŋ juː."