text_original: I cannot believe that there were officers of the same rank with hini' self with whom ho could talk of the social life of which ho knew so little; nor can I believe tliat there were cronies with whom he would sit in his front garden in the Mile End lioad, a cool tankard between them and a pipe of tobacco in their hands, to gossip away th^ after  noon, and while the hours from dinner to supper. And I cannot, further, believe that any old intimacies — had there been any — with the Whitby shipmates were still maintained.
text_transcription: I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THERE WERE OFFICERS OF THE SAME RANK WITH HIMSELF WITH WHOM HE COULD TALK OF THE SOCIAL LIFE OF WHICH HE KNEW SO LITTLE NOR CAN I BELIEVE THAT THERE WERE CRONIES WITH WHOM HE WOULD SIT IN HIS FRONT GARDEN IN THE MILE END ROAD A COOL TANKARD BETWEEN THEM AND A PIPE OF TOBACCO IN THEIR HANDS TO GOSSIP AWAY THE AFTERNOON AND WHILE THE HOURS FROM DINNER TO SUPPER AND I CANNOT FURTHER BELIEVE THAT ANY OLD INTIMACIES HAD THERE BEEN ANY WITH THE WHITBY SHIPMATES WERE STILL MAINTAINED
phonemes: aɪ kænˈɑːt bᵻlˈiːv ðæt ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ˈɑːfɪsɚz ʌvðə sˈeɪm ɹˈæŋk wɪð hˈɪni sˈɛlf wɪð hˈuːm hˈoʊ kʊd tˈɔːk ʌvðə sˈoʊʃəl lˈaɪf ʌvwˈɪtʃ hˈoʊ nˈuː sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl; nˈɔːɹ kæn aɪ bᵻlˈiːv tˈiːlˈaɪət ðɛɹwˌɜː kɹˈoʊniz wɪð hˈuːm hiː wʊd sˈɪt ɪn hɪz fɹˈʌnt ɡˈɑːɹdən ɪnðə mˈaɪl ˈɛnd lɪˈoʊd, ɐ kˈuːl tˈæŋkɚd bᵻtwˌiːn ðˌɛm ænd ɐ pˈaɪp ʌv təbˈækoʊ ɪn ðɛɹ hˈændz, tə ɡˈɑːsɪp ɐwˈeɪ tˌiːˈeɪtʃ ˈæftɚ nˈuːn, ænd wˌaɪl ðɪ ˈaʊɚz fɹʌm dˈɪnɚ tə sˈʌpɚ. ænd aɪ kænˈɑːt, fˈɜːðɚ, bᵻlˈiːv ðæt ˌɛni ˈoʊld ˈɪntɪməsiz — hæd ðˈɛɹ bˌɪn ˌɛni — wɪððə wˈɪtbi ʃˈɪpmeɪts wɜː stˈɪl meɪntˈeɪnd.