text_original: "Did I not tell you?" Charging into the crowd, I reached the dais just as Digitized by VjOOQIC A DOUBLE MINDED GENTLEMAN 227 old Groome was coming down the steps. I held out my hand to him, "Mr. Groome!" I cried. He looked at me — but that was all. Not the slightest glimmer of recognition flitted across his countenance.
text_transcription: DID I NOT TELL YOU CHARGING INTO THE CROWD I REACHED THE DICE JUST AS OLD GROOM WAS COMING DOWN THE STEPS I HELD OUT MY HAND TO HIM MISTER GROOM I CRIED HE LOOKED AT ME BUT THAT WAS ALL NOT THE SLIGHTEST GLIMMER OF RECOGNITION FLITTED ACROSS HIS COUNTENANCE
phonemes: "dˈɪd aɪ nˌɑːt tˈɛl juː?" tʃˈɑːɹdʒɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə kɹˈaʊd, aɪ ɹˈiːtʃt ðə dˈeɪɪs dʒˈʌst æz dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ vˌiːdʒˈeɪ ˈuːkɪk ɐ dˈʌbəl mˈaɪndᵻd dʒˈɛntəlmən tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti sˈɛvən ˈoʊld ɡɹˈuːm wʌz kˈʌmɪŋ dˌaʊn ðə stˈɛps. aɪ hˈɛld ˈaʊt maɪ hˈænd tə hˌɪm, "mˈɪstɚ. ɡɹˈuːm!" aɪ kɹˈaɪd. hiː lˈʊkt æt mˌiː — bˌʌt ðæt wʌz ˈɔːl. nˌɑːt ðə slˈaɪɾɪst ɡlˈɪmɚɹ ʌv ɹˌɛkəɡnˈɪʃən flˈɪɾᵻd əkɹˌɑːs hɪz kˈaʊntənəns.