text_original: I hid it when he was there or I heard any one coming, and once blistered it badly trying to dry it before the fire, so that it was a very rough work; but it was a portrait, a daub, a like  ness, and the hand was his hand and no other.
text_transcription: I HID IT WHEN HE WAS THERE OR I HEARD ANY ONE COMING AND ONCE BLISTERED IT BADLY TRYING TO DRY IT BEFORE THE FIRE SO THAT IT WAS A VERY ROUGH WORK BUT IT WAS A PORTRAIT A DAUB A LIKENESS AND THE HAND WAS HIS HAND AND NO OTHER
phonemes: aɪ hˈɪd ɪt wɛn hiː wʌz ðɛɹ ɔːɹ aɪ hˈɜːd ˌɛni wˈʌn kˈʌmɪŋ, ænd wˈʌns blˈɪstɚd ɪt bˈædli tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə dɹˈaɪ ɪt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə fˈaɪɚ, sˌoʊ ðˌɐɾɪt wʌzɐ vˈɛɹi ɹˈʌf wˈɜːk; bˌʌt ɪt wʌzɐ pˈɔːɹtɹɪt, ɐ dˈɔːb, ɐ lˈaɪk nˈɛs, ænd ðə hˈænd wʌz hɪz hˈænd ænd nˈoʊ ˈʌðɚ.