text_original: "Hush! Whisper  this is serious  whisper! What was it I was going to tell you? What was the secret, old boy?" Mountjoy answered a little too readily: "I think it related to Mrs. Vimpany." Mrs. Vimpany's husband threw himself back in his chair, snatched a dirty handkerchief out of his pocket, and began to cry.
text_transcription: HUSH WHISPER THIS IS SERIOUS WHISPER WHAT WAS IT I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT WAS THE SECRET OLD BOY MOUNTJOY ANSWERED A LITTLE TOO READILY I THINK IT RELATED TO MISSUS VINY MISSUS VINY'S HUSBAND THREW HIMSELF BACK IN HIS CHAIR SNATCHED THE DIRTY HANDKERCHIEF OUT OF HIS POCKET AND BEGAN TO CRY
phonemes: "hˈʌʃ! wˈɪspɚ ðɪs ɪz sˈɪɹiəs wˈɪspɚ! wˌʌt wʌz ɪɾ aɪ wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə tˈɛl juː? wˌʌt wʌzðə sˈiːkɹᵻt, ˈoʊld bˈɔɪ?" mˈaʊntdʒɔɪ ˈænsɚd ɐ lˈɪɾəl tˈuː ɹˈɛdili: "aɪ θˈɪŋk ɪt ɹᵻlˈeɪɾᵻd tə mˈɪsɪz. vˈɪmpəni." mˈɪsɪz. vˈɪmpəniz hˈʌsbənd θɹˈuː hɪmsˈɛlf bˈæk ɪn hɪz tʃˈɛɹ, snˈætʃt ɐ dˈɜːɾi hˈændkɚtʃˌiːf ˌaʊɾəv hɪz pˈɑːkɪt, ænd bɪɡˈæn tə kɹˈaɪ.