text_original: I did not see Mr. Riddle for two weeks after the publication of the sketch, and then we met on the 138 Half a Century. street. He had never before been angrv or vexed with me, but now he was both, and said: "How could you do me such an injustice?"
text_transcription: I DID NOT SEE MISTER RIDDLE FOR TWO WEEKS AFTER THE PUBLICATION OF THE SKETCH AND THEN WE MET ON THE STREET HE HAD NEVER BEFORE BEEN ANGRY OR VEXED WITH ME BUT NOW HE WAS BOTH AND SAID HOW COULD YOU DO ME SUCH AN INJUSTICE
phonemes: aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt sˈiː mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl fɔːɹ tˈuː wˈiːks ˈæftɚ ðə pˌʌblɪkˈeɪʃən ʌvðə skˈɛtʃ, ænd ðˈɛn wiː mˈɛt ɔnðə wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntʃɚɹi. stɹˈiːt. hiː hæd nˈɛvɚ bᵻfˌɔːɹ bˌɪn ˈæŋɡəv ɔːɹ vˈɛkst wɪð mˌiː, bˌʌt nˈaʊ hiː wʌz bˈoʊθ, ænd sˈɛd: "hˌaʊ kʊd juː dˈuː mˌiː sˈʌtʃ ɐn ɪndʒˈʌstɪs?"