text_original: " From a friend in the trade." Mr. Hart kept his eyes fixed upon the jeweller's face. His tone was dry. " You don't happen to know, I suppose, if he has any more like this to dispose of? " " Can't say that I do.
text_transcription: FROM A FRIEND IN THE TRADE MISTER HARD KEPT HIS EYES FIXED UPON THE JEWELLER'S FACE HIS TONE WAS DRY YOU DON'T HAPPEN TO KNOW I SUPPOSE IF HE HAS ANY MORE LIKE THIS TO DISPOSE OF CAN'T SAY THAT I DO
phonemes: " fɹʌm ɐ fɹˈɛnd ɪnðə tɹˈeɪd." mˈɪstɚ. hˈɑːɹt kˈɛpt hɪz ˈaɪz fˈɪkst əpˌɑːn ðə dʒˈuːəlɚz fˈeɪs. hɪz tˈoʊn wʌz dɹˈaɪ. " juː dˈoʊnt hˈæpən tə nˈoʊ, aɪ səpˈoʊz, ɪf hiː hɐz ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ lˈaɪk ðɪs tə dɪspˈoʊz ʌv? " " kˈænt sˈeɪ ðæt aɪ dˈuː.