text_original: The plaster was coming in great patches off the wall. Mr. Kennard hesitated before he knocked at the unpromising looking door. " If I had had any idea that things were so bad as this with him," he murmured, "hang me if I would have suggested coming. What a brute he must suppose I am."
text_transcription: THE PLASTER WAS COMING IN GREAT PATCHES OF THE WALL MISTER CANNARD HESITATED BEFORE HE KNOCKED AT THE UNPROMISING LOOKING DOOR IF I HAD HAD ANY IDEA THAT THINGS WERE SO BAD AS THIS WITH HIM HE MURMURED HANG ME IF I WOULD HAVE SUGGESTED COMING WHAT A BRUTE HE MUST SUPPOSE I AM
phonemes: ðə plˈæstɚ wʌz kˈʌmɪŋ ɪn ɡɹˈeɪt pˈætʃᵻz ˈɔf ðə wˈɔːl. mˈɪstɚ. kˈɛnɚd hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd bᵻfˌɔːɹ hiː nˈɑːkt æt ðɪ ʌnpɹˈɑːmɪsɪŋ lˈʊkɪŋ dˈɔːɹ. " ɪf aɪ hæd hˌæd ˌɛni aɪdˈiə ðæt θˈɪŋz wɜː sˌoʊ bˈæd æz ðɪs wɪð hˌɪm," hiː mˈɜːmɚd, "hˈæŋ mˌiː ɪf aɪ wʊdhɐv sədʒˈɛstᵻd kˈʌmɪŋ. wˌʌt ɐ bɹˈuːt hiː mˈʌst səpˈoʊz aɪˈæm."