text_original: Fleeson, then a clerk on the Journal, stepped out, hat in hand, and bowing to the proprietor, said: " Mr. Riddle, it is your privilege to see Mrs. Swiss, helm to her lodgings, but as you seem to decline, I hope you will commission me."
text_transcription: FLEASON THEN A CLERK ON THE JOURNAL STEPPED OUT HAT IN HAND AND BOWING TO THE PROPRIETOR SAID MISTER RIDDLE IT IS YOUR PRIVILEGE TO SEE MISSUS SWISS HELM TO HER LODGINGS BUT AS YOU SEEM TO DECLINE I HOPE YOU WILL COMMISSION ME
phonemes: flˈiːsən, ðˈɛn ɐ klˈɜːk ɔnðə dʒˈɜːnəl, stˈɛpt ˈaʊt, hˈæt ɪn hˈænd, ænd bˈaʊɪŋ tə ðə pɹəpɹˈaɪəɾɚ, sˈɛd: " mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl, ɪɾ ɪz jʊɹ pɹˈɪvᵻlɪdʒ tə sˈiː mˈɪsɪz. swˈɪs, hˈɛlm tə hɜː lˈɑːdʒɪŋz, bˌʌt æz juː sˈiːm tə dᵻklˈaɪn, aɪ hˈoʊp juː wɪl kəmˈɪʃən mˌiː."