text_original: "I will, I w^ill," but all the time he was looking to the door; Mrs. Hyke was clinging to me sobbing: ""We'll go together; no one can part us," 188 Half a Centukt. The mob were pressed back and comparative quiet restored, and when I finished the reading of my ad  dress I began to extemporize.
text_transcription: I WILL I WILL BUT ALL THE TIME HE WAS LOOKING TO THE DOOR MISSUS HIKE WAS CLINGING TO ME SOBBING WE'LL GO TOGETHER NO ONE CAN PART US THE MOB WAS PRESSED BACK AND COMPARATIVE QUIET RESTORED AND WHEN I FINISHED THE READING OF MY ADDRESS I BEGAN TO EXTEMPORISE
phonemes: "aɪ wˈɪl, aɪ dˈʌbəljˌuː ˈɪl," bˌʌt ˈɔːl ðə tˈaɪm hiː wʌz lˈʊkɪŋ tə ðə dˈɔːɹ; mˈɪsɪz. hˈaɪk wʌz klˈɪŋɪŋ tə mˌiː sˈɑːbɪŋ: ""wiːl ɡˌoʊ təɡˈɛðɚ; nˈoʊwˈʌn kæn pˈɑːɹt ˌʌs," wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi ˈeɪt hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntʌkt. ðə mˈɑːb wɜː pɹˈɛst bˈæk ænd kəmpˈæɹətˌɪv kwˈaɪət ɹᵻstˈɔːɹd, ænd wɛn aɪ fˈɪnɪʃt ðə ɹˈiːdɪŋ ʌv maɪ ˈæd dɹˈɛs aɪ bɪɡˈæn tʊ ɛkstˈɛmpɚɹˌaɪz.