text_original: That's where it isl I don't only see the things I want to see, but I see the things I don't want to see ; and I see that by this time to mcMTOw I'll be dead — ah, dead, sitting in that chair." Digitized by VjOOQIC THE TIPSTER 129 Mr. Gill pointed to the chair from which he had lately risen. Mr. Major eyed him. There certainly was something curious about the little man, although he spoke with a matter of fact straightforwardness which deprived his words of half their singularity.
text_transcription: THAT'S WHERE IT IS I DON'T ONLY SEE THE THINGS I WANT TO SEE BETTER SEE THE THINGS I DON'T WANT TO SEE AND I SEE THAT BY THIS TIME TO MORROW I'LL BE DEAD HA DEAD SITTING IN THAT CHAIR MISTER GILL POINTED TO THE CHAIR FROM WHICH HE HAD LATELY RISEN MISTER MAJOR EYED HIM THERE CERTAINLY WAS SOMETHING CURIOUS ABOUT THE LITTLE MAN ALTHOUGH HE SPOKE WITH A MATTER OF FACT STRAIGHTFORWARDNESS WHICH DEPRIVED HIS WORDS OF HALF THEIR SINGULARITY
phonemes: ðæts wˌɛɹ ɪɾ ˈɪsəl aɪ dˈoʊnt ˈoʊnli sˈiː ðə θˈɪŋz aɪ wˈɔnt tə sˈiː, bˌʌt aɪ sˈiː ðə θˈɪŋz aɪ dˈoʊnt wˈɔnt tə sˈiː ; ænd aɪ sˈiː ðæt baɪ ðɪs tˈaɪm tə mək ˈɛmtˈoʊ aɪl biː dˈɛd — ˈɑː, dˈɛd, sˈɪɾɪŋ ɪn ðæt tʃˈɛɹ." dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ vˌiːdʒˈeɪ ˈuːkɪk ðə tˈɪpstɚ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti nˈaɪn mˈɪstɚ. ɡˈɪl pˈɔɪntᵻd tə ðə tʃˈɛɹ fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ hiː hæd lˈeɪtli ɹˈɪzən. mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪdʒɚɹ ˈaɪd hˌɪm. ðɛɹ sˈɜːʔn̩li wʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ kjˈʊɹɹiəs ɐbˌaʊt ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn, ɔːlðˈoʊ hiː spˈoʊk wɪð ɐ mˈæɾɚɹ ʌv fˈækt stɹeɪtfˈɔːɹwɚdnəs wˌɪtʃ dᵻpɹˈaɪvd hɪz wˈɜːdz ʌv hˈæf ðɛɹ sˌɪŋɡjʊlˈæɹᵻɾi.