text_original: Without a word he walks up to me, bows solemnly, and pulls from his pocket (I thought he was laying his hand on his heart) the familiar, much worn weapon of his class  the folded, torn yellow paper, ready to fall to pieces as you open it  in short, the respectable beggar's certificate of character. With another bow (which gave his nose the aspect of the beak of a bird of prey making a pick at me) he handed me the document.
text_transcription: WITHOUT A WORD HE WALKS UP TO ME BOWS SOLEMNLY AND PULLS FROM HIS POCKET I THOUGHT HE WAS LAYING HIS HAND ON HIS HEART THE FAMILIAR MUCH WORN WEAPON OF HIS CLASS THE FOLDED TORN YELLOW PAPER READY TO FALL TO PIECES AS YOU OPEN IT IN SHORT THE RESPECTABLE BEGGAR'S CERTIFICATE OF CHARACTER WITH ANOTHER BOW WHICH GAVE HIS NOSE THE ASPECT OF THE BEAK OF A BIRD OF PREY MAKING A PICK AT ME HE HANDED ME THE DOCUMENT
phonemes: wɪðˌaʊt ɐ wˈɜːd hiː wˈɔːks ˈʌp tə mˌiː, bˈoʊz sˈɑːləmli, ænd pˈʊlz fɹʌm hɪz pˈɑːkɪt (aɪ θˈɔːt hiː wʌz lˈeɪɪŋ hɪz hˈænd ˌɔn hɪz hˈɑːɹt) ðə fəmˈɪlɪɹ, mˈʌtʃ wˈɔːɹn wˈɛpən ʌv hɪz klˈæs ðə fˈoʊldᵻd, tˈɔːɹn jˈɛloʊ pˈeɪpɚ, ɹˈɛdi tə fˈɔːl tə pˈiːsᵻz æz juː ˈoʊpən ɪɾ ɪn ʃˈɔːɹt, ðə ɹᵻspˈɛktəbəl bˈɛɡɚz sɚtˈɪfɪkət ʌv kˈæɹɪktɚ. wɪð ɐnˈʌðɚ bˈoʊ (wˌɪtʃ ɡˈeɪv hɪz nˈoʊz ðɪ ˈæspɛkt ʌvðə bˈiːk əvə bˈɜːd ʌv pɹˈeɪ mˌeɪkɪŋ ɐ pˈɪk æt mˌiː) hiː hˈændᵻd mˌiː ðə dˈɑːkjuːmənt.