text_original: The blood surged through my veins. I blushed like a schoolboy. I have seldom felt so stupid. ** Really, Mr. Groome, I beg your pardon, but, do you know, I — I was mistaking you for a ghost" **A solid sort of ghost, I fancy. Does that feel like a ghost?"
text_transcription: THE BLOOD SURGED THROUGH MY VEINS I BLUSHED LIKE A SCHOOLBOY I HAVE SELDOM FELT SO STUPID REALLY MISTER GROOM I BEG YOUR PARDON BUT DO YOU KNOW I I WAS MISTAKING YOU FOR A GHOST A SOLID SORT OF GHOST I FANCY DOES THAT FEEL LIKE A GHOST
phonemes: ðə blˈʌd sˈɜːdʒd θɹuː maɪ vˈeɪnz. aɪ blˈʌʃt lˈaɪk ɐ skˈuːlbɔɪ. aɪ hæv sˈɛldəm fˈɛlt sˌoʊ stˈuːpɪd. ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk ɹˈiəli, mˈɪstɚ. ɡɹˈuːm, aɪ bˈɛɡ jʊɹ pˈɑːɹdən, bˌʌt, dˈuː juː nˈoʊ, ˈaɪ — aɪ wʌz mɪstˈeɪkɪŋ juː fɚɹə ɡˈoʊst" ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk ɐ sˈɑːlɪd sˈɔːɹt ʌv ɡˈoʊst, aɪ fˈænsi. dˈʌz ðæt fˈiːl lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈoʊst?"