text_original: The Court, I incline to believe, turned home before it came to that. THE SOR BONNE. 1 53 Throughout the spring the stakes are con  stantly piled, the gibbets swing their smoking freight to and fro.
text_transcription: THE COURT I INCLINE TO BELIEVE TURNEDED HOME BEFORE IT CAME TO THAT THROUGHOUT THE SPRING THE STAKES WERE CONSTANTLY PILED THE GIBBETS SWING THEIR SMOKING FRAY TO AND FRO
phonemes: ðə kˈɔːɹt, aɪ ɪŋklˈaɪn tə bᵻlˈiːv, tˈɜːnd hˈoʊm bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɪt kˈeɪm tə ðˈæt. ðə sˈɔːɹ bˈɑːn. wˈʌn fˈɪfti θɹˈiː θɹuːˈaʊt ðə spɹˈɪŋ ðə stˈeɪks ɑːɹ kˈɑːn stˈæntli pˈaɪld, ðə dʒˈɪbɪts swˈɪŋ ðɛɹ smˈoʊkɪŋ fɹˈeɪt tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ.