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She was prepared for this contingency and a second key was as efficacious as the first.

ʃi wəz prɪˈpɛrd fɔr ðɪs kənˈtɪnʤənsi ænd ə ˈsɛkənd ki wəz æz ɪˈfɪkeɪʃəs æz ðə fɜrst.

An examination of the first drawer did not produce all that she had expected.

ən ɪɡˌzæməˈneɪʃən əv ðə fɜrst drɔr dɪd nɑt prəˈdus ɔl ðæt ʃiː hæd ɪkˈspɛktɪd.

She returned the papers to the drawer, pushed it to and locked it.

ʃi rɪˈtɜrnd ðə ˈpeɪpərz tu ðə ˈdrɔr, pʊʃt ɪt tu ənd lɑkt ɪt.

She gave her attention to the second drawer.

ʃi ɡeɪv hər əˈtɛnʃən tuː ðə ˈsɛkənd drɔːr

Her hand shook a little as she pulled it open.

hɜr hænd ʃʊk ə ˈlɪtəl æz ʃi pʊld ɪt ˈoʊpən.

It was her last chance, her last hope.

ɪt wəz hər lɑst ʧæns, hər lɑst hoʊp.

There were a number of small jewel boxes almost filling the drawer.

ðɛr wər ə ˈnʌmbər əv smɔl ˈʤuːəl ˈbɑksəz ˈɔlmoʊst ˈfɪlɪŋ ðə ˈdrɔr

She took them out one by one and at the bottom she found what she had been searching for and that which had filled her thoughts for the past three months.

ʃi tʊk ðɛm aʊt wʌn baɪ wʌn ænd æt ðə ˈbɑtəm ʃi faʊnd wɑt ʃi hæd bɪn ˈsɜrʧɪŋ fɔr ænd ðæt wɪtʃ hæd fɪld hər θɔts fɔr ðə pæst θri mʌnθs.

It was a square case covered in red morocco leather.

ɪt wɑz ə skwɛr keɪs ˈkʌvərd ɪn rɛd məˈrɑkoʊ ˈlɛðər.

What started the train of thought he did not know, but at that moment his mind was very far away.

wɑt ˈstɑɹtɪd ðə ˈtɹeɪn ʌv θɔt hi dɪd nɑt noʊ, bʌt æt ðæt ˈmoʊmənt hɪz maɪnd wəz ˈvɛri fɑɹ əˈweɪ.

He remembered the day well because it was Candlemas day, and this was the anniversary.

hi rɪˈmɛmbərd ðə ˈdeɪ wɛl bɪˈkʌz ɪt wəz ˈkændəlməs ˈdeɪ ænd ðɪs wəz ðə ˌænɪˈvɜrsəri

The beat of hoofs on the rocky roadway, the crash of the door falling in when the Turkish Gendarmes had battered a way to his rescue.

ðə bit əv hufs ɒn ðə ˈrɒki ˈroʊdˌweɪ, ðə kræʃ əv ðə dɔr ˈfɔlɪŋ ɪn wɛn ðə ˈtɜrkɪʃ ʒɛnˈdɑrmz hæd ˈbætərd ə weɪ tu ɪz ˈrɛskjuˌ

He remembered with a savage joy the spectacle of his would be assassins twitching and struggling on the gallows at Pezara and-he heard the faint tinkle of the front door bell.

"hi ɹiˈmɛmbɚd wɪθ ə ˈsævɪdʒ ʤɔɪ ðə ˈspɛktəkəl əv ɪz wʊd bi əˈsæsɪnz ˈtwɪʧɪŋ ænd ˈstɹʌɡəlɪŋ ɑn ðə ˈgæloʊz æt pəˈzɑɹə ˈænd hi ˈhɝd ðə feɪnt ˈtɪŋkəl əv ðə fɹʌnt dɔɹ ˈbɛl."

Had t x returned!

hæd t ɛks rɪˈtɜrnd

He slipped from the bed and went to the door, opened it slightly and listened.

hi slɪpt frəm ðə bɛd ænd wɛnt tu ðə dɔr, ˈoʊpənd ɪt ˈslaɪtli ænd ˈlɪsənd.

t x with a search warrant might be a source of panic especially if-he shrugged his shoulders.

t ɛks wɪð ə sɜrʧ ˈwɔrənt maɪt bi ə sɔrs ʌv ˈpænɪk ɪˈspɛʃəli ɪf hi ʃrʌɡd hɪz ˈʃoʊldərz.

He had satisfied t x and allayed his suspicions.

hi hæd ˈsætɪsˌfaɪd t eks ənd əˈleɪd hɪz səˈspɪʃənz.

The voice from the hall below was loud and gruff.

ðə vɔɪs frəm ðə hɔl bɪˈloʊ wəz laʊd ənd ɡrʌf.

Who could it be!

hu kʊd ɪt bi

"Will you see mr Gathercole now!"

wɪl ju si mɪs.tər ˈɡæ.ðərˌkoʊl naʊ!

Kara breathed a sigh of relief and his face was wreathed in smiles.

kɛɹə bɹid ə saɪ əv ɹɪˈlif ænd hɪz feɪs wəz ɹið ɪn smaɪlz.

Tell him to come up.

tɛl hɪm tu kʌm ʌp.

Ask him if he minds seeing me in my room."

æsk ˈhɪm ɪf i mɑɪndz ˈsiːɪŋ miː ɪn maɪ ruːm."

Kara laughed.

ˈkɑɹə lɑft.

"Send him up," he said, and then as Fisher was going out of the room he called him back.

"sɛnd ɪm ʌp," hi sɛd, ənd ðɛn æz ˈfɪʃər wəz ˈɡoʊɪŋ aʊt ʌv ðə rum hi kɔld ɪm bæk.

"By the way, Fisher, after mr Gathercole has gone, you may go out for the night.

ˈbaɪ ðə weɪ, ˈfɪʃər, ˈæftər mɪstər ˈɡæðərkoʊl hæz ɡɔn, jʊ meɪ ɡoʊ aʊt fɔr ðə naɪt.

You've got somewhere to go, I suppose, and you needn't come back until the morning."

juv ˈɡɑt ˈsʌmˌwɛr tu ɡoʊ, aɪ səˈpoʊz, ænd ju ˈnidnt kʌm ˈbæk ənˈtɪl ðə ˈmɔrnɪŋ.

"Yes, sir," said the servant.

"jɛs sɜr sɛd ðə ˈsɜrvənt"

There was much that he had to do and that night's freedom would assist him materially.

ðɛr wɑz mʌʧ ðæt hi hæd tu dʊ ænd ðæt naɪts ˈfɹidəm wʊd əˈsɪst ɪm məˈtɪɹiəli

Or better still, place them on a plate in the hall."

ɔr ˈbɛtər stɪl, pleɪs ðɛm ɒn ən ə ˈpleɪt ɪn ðə hɔl.

"mr Kara will see you, sir," said Fisher.

ˈmɪs.tər ˈkɛrə wɪl ˈsi juː, sɜr, sɛd ˈfɪʃər.

Very good of this person to see a scholar and a gentleman who has been about his dirty business for three years.

"ˈvɛri ɡʊd ʌv ðɪs ˈpɝsən tu si ə ˈskɑlɚ ənd ə ˈʤɛntəlmən hu hæz bɪn əˈbaʊt ɪz ˈdɝti ˈbɪznəs fɔr θri jɪrz."

Grown grey in his service!

ɡroʊn ɡreɪ ɪn hɪz ˈsɜːrvɪs

Do you understand that, my man!"

də ju ˌəndərˈstænd ðæt, maɪ mæn!

"Yes, sir," said Fisher.

"jɛs sɜr" sɛd ˈfɪʃər.

"Do you see those grey hairs in my beard?"

"du jə si ðoʊz ɡreɪ hɛrz ɪn maɪ bɪrd?"

"Yes, sir," said the valet hastily.

"jɛs sɜr, sɛd ðə ˈvælɪt ˈheɪstəli."

"Is it real grey?" insisted the visitor.

ˈɪz ɪt ˈriəl ɡreɪ? ɪnˈsɪstɪd ðə ˈvɪzɪtər.

"Pull one out and see!"

pʊl wʌn aʊt ænd siː

"I couldn't think of doing a thing like that, sir."

aɪ ˈkʊdnt ˈθɪŋk əv ˈduɪŋ ə θɪŋ ˈlaɪk ðæt, sɜr.

"Oh, you couldn't," sneered the visitor; "then lead on!"

oʊ, ju ˈkʊdnt, snɪrd ðə ˈvɪzɪtər; ðɛn lid ɑn!

This time the traveller carried no books.

ðɪs taɪm ðə ˈtrævələr ˈkærɪd noʊ bʊks.

His left arm hung limply by his side and Fisher privately gathered that the hand had got loose from the detaining pocket without its owner being aware of the fact.

hɪz lɛft ɑrm hʌŋ ˈlɪmpli baɪ hɪz saɪd ænd ˈfɪʃər ˈpraɪvətli ˈɡæðərd ðæt ðə hænd hæd ɡɑt lus frəm ðə dɪˈteɪnɪŋ ˈpɑkɪt wɪˈðaʊt ɪts ˈoʊnər ˈbiɪŋ əˈwɛr əv ðə fækt.

He pushed open the door and announced, "mr

hiː pʊʃt oʊpən ðə dɔr ænd əˈnaʊnst, "mɪs.tər

Gathercole," and Kara came forward with a smile to meet his agent, who, with top hat still on the top of his head, and his overcoat dangling about his heels, must have made a remarkable picture.

"ˈɡæðərkoʊl, ænd ˈkɛɹə keɪm ˈfɔrwərd wɪθ ə smaɪl tuː mit hɪz ˈeɪʤənt, hu, wɪθ tɑp hæt stɪl ɑn ðə tɑp əv hɪz hɛd, ænd hɪz ˈoʊvərkoʊt ˈdæŋgəlɪŋ əˈbaʊt hɪz hiz, məst hæv ˈmeɪd ə rɪˈmɑrkəbəl ˈpɪktʃər."

Fisher closed the door behind them and returned to his duties in the hall below.

ˈfɪʃər ˈkloʊzd ðə dɔr bɪˈhaɪnd ðɛm ænd rɪˈtɜrnd tu ɪz ˈdjuːtiz ɪn ðə hɔl bɪˈloʊ

Ten minutes later he heard the door opened and the booming voice of the stranger came down to him.

tɛn ˈmɪnɪts ˈleɪtər hi hɜrd ðə dɔr ˈoʊpənd ænd ðə ˈbumɪŋ vɔɪs ʌv ðə ˈstreɪnʤər keɪm daʊn tu ˈhɪm.

"Certainly!"

ˈsɝtn̩li

He replied to some question, "but not Patagonia," he paused again, and Fisher standing at the foot of the stairs wondered what had occurred to make the visitor so genial.

hi rəˈplaɪd tu səm ˈkwɛs.tʃən, "bət nɑt ˌpæ.təˈɡoʊ.ni.ə," hi pɔzd əˈɡɛn, ænd ˈfɪʃ.ər ˈstænd.ɪŋ æt ðə fʊt əv ðə stɛrz ˈwənd.ərd wɑt hæd əˈkɜrd tu mək ðə ˈvɪz.ɪ.tər soʊ ˈdʒin.jəl.

"I suppose your cheque will be honoured all right?" asked the visitor sardonically, and then burst into a little chuckle of laughter as he carefully closed the door.

"aɪ səˈpoʊz jər ʧɛk wɪl bi ˈɑnərd ɔl raɪt?" æskt ðə ˈvɪzətər særdɑˈnɪkəli, ænd ðɛn bɜrst ˈɪntu ə ˈlɪtəl ˈʧʌkəl ʌv ˈlæftər æz hi ˈkɛrəfəli kloʊzd ðə dor.

He came down the corridor talking to himself, and greeted Fisher.

hi keɪm dɑʊn ðə ˈkɔrɪdɔr ˈtɔkɪŋ tu hɪmˈsɛlf, ænd ˈɡritɪd ˈfɪʃər.

"Damn all Greeks," he said jovially, and Fisher could do no more than smile reproachfully, the smile being his very own, the reproach being on behalf of the master who paid him.

"dæm ɔl ɡriks," hi sɛd ˈʤoʊviəli, ənd ˈfɪʃər kʊd du noʊ mɔr ðæn smaɪl ˌriproʊʧfəli, ðə smaɪl ˈbiɪŋ hɪz ˈvɛri oʊn, ðə ˌriproʊʧ ˈbiɪŋ ɑn bɪˈhæf əv ðə ˈmæstər hu peɪd hɪm."

The traveller touched the other on the chest with his right hand.

ðə ˈtrævələr ˈtʌʧt ðə ˈʌðər ɒn ðə ʧɛst wɪð hɪz raɪt hænd.

"Never trust a Greek," he said, "always get your money in advance.

ˈnɛvər ˈtrʌst ə ɡrik, hi ˈsɛd, ˈɔlwɛɪz ɡɛt jɔr ˈmʌni ɪn ədˈvæns.

"Yes, sir," said Fisher, "but I think you will always find that mr Kara is always most generous about money."

"jɛs sɜr sɛd ˈfɪʃər bət aɪ θɪŋk ju wɪl ˈɔlweɪz ˈfaɪnd ðæt mɪs.tər ˈkɑrə ɪz ˈɔlweɪz moʊst ˈʤɛnərəs əˈbaʊt ˈmʌni"

"Don't you believe it, don't you believe it, my poor man," said the other, "you-"

ˈdoʊnt jʊ bɪˈliːv ɪt, doʊnt jʊ bɪˈliːv ɪt, maɪ pʊr mæn, sɛd ði ˈʌðɜr, ju

At that moment there came from Kara's room a faint "clang."

æt ðæt ˈmoʊmənt ðɛɹ keɪm frʌm ˈkɛɹəz ruːm ə feɪnt "klæŋ."

"What's that?" asked the visitor a little startled.

"wɑts ðæt?" ˈæskt ðə ˈvɪzɪtər ə ˈlɪtəl ˈstɑɹtəld.

"mr Kara's put down his steel latch," said Fisher with a smile, "which means that he is not to be disturbed until-" he looked at his watch, "until eleven o'clock at any rate."

"ˈmɪs.tər ˈkɛɹəz pʊt ˈdaʊn hɪz stil lætʃ," sɛd ˈfɪʃ.əɹ wɪð ə smaɪl, "wɪʧ minz ðæt hi ɪz nɑt tu bi dɪsˈtɜɹbd ənˈtɪl-" hi lʊkt æt hɪz wɑʧ, "ənˈtɪl ɪˈlɛvən əˈklɑk ət ˈɛni ˈɹeɪt."

"He's a funk!" snapped the other, "a beastly funk!"

"hiːz ə fʌŋk!" snæpt ðə ˈʌðər, "ə ˈbiːstli fʌŋk!"

He stamped down the stairs as though testing the weight of every tread, opened the front door without assistance, slammed it behind him and disappeared into the night.

hi stæmpt daʊn ðə stɛrz æz ðoʊ ˈtɛstɪŋ ðə weɪt əv ˈɛvɝi trɛd, ˈoʊpənd ðə frʌnt dɔr wɪˈðaʊt əˈsɪstəns, slæmd ɪt bɪˈhaɪnd hɪm ənd ˌdɪsəpɪrd ˈɪntuː ðə naɪt.

Fisher, his hands in his pockets, looked after the departing stranger, nodding his head in reprobation.

ˈfɪʃər, hɪz hændz ɪn hɪz ˈpɑkɪts, lʊkt ˈæftər ðə dɪˈpɑrtɪŋ ˈstreɪnʤər, ˈnɑdɪŋ hɪz hɛd ɪn ˌrɛprəˈbeɪʃən.

"You're a queer old devil," he said, and looked at his watch again.

juər ə kwɪr oʊld ˈdɛvəl, hi sɛd, ənd lʊkt ət hɪz wɑtʃ əˈɡɛn.

It wanted five minutes to ten.

ɪt ˈwɑntɪd faɪv ˈmɪnɪts tuː tɛn.

CHAPTER seven

'ˈtʃæptər ˈsɛvən'

She had, however, a peculiar taste; she liked to receive cards.

ʃi hæd, haʊˈɛvər, ə pɪkˈjulɪr teɪst; ʃi laɪkt tuː rɪˈsiv kɑrdz.

For what is usually called social intercourse she had very little relish; but nothing pleased her more than to find her hall table whitened with oblong morsels of symbolic pasteboard.

fɔr wʌt ɪz ˈjuʒəli kɔld ˈsoʊʃəl ˈɪntərkɔrs ʃi hæd ˈvɛri ˈlɪtəl ˈrɛlɪʃ; bʌt ˈnʌθɪŋ plizd hər mɔr ðæn tu faɪnd hər hɔl ˈteɪbəl ˈhwaɪtn̩d wɪθ ˈɑblɔŋ ˈmɔrsəlz əv sɪmˈbɑlɪk ˈpeɪstbɔrd.

She flattered herself that she was a very just woman, and had mastered the sovereign truth that nothing in this world is got for nothing.

ʃi ˈflætərd ˌhɜrˈsɛlf ðæt ʃi wəz ə ˈvɛri ʤʌst ˈwʊmən, ænd hæd ˈmæstərd ðə ˈsɑvərɪn truθ ðæt ˈnʌθɪŋ ɪn ðɪs wɜrld ɪz ɡɑt fɔr ˈnʌθɪŋ.

But it is by no means certain that she did not feel it to be wrong that so little notice was taken of them and that her failure (really very gratuitous) to make herself important in the neighbourhood had not much to do with the acrimony of her allusions to her husband's adopted country.

bʌt ɪt ɪz baɪ noʊ minz ˈsɜrtən ðæt ʃi ˈdɪd nɑt fil ɪt tu bi rɔŋ ðæt soʊ ˈlɪtəl ˈnoʊtəs wəz ˈteɪkən əv ðɛm ænd ðæt hər ˈfeɪljər (ˈriəli ˈvɛri gɹəˈtuɪtəs) tu meɪk hərˈsɛlf ɪmˈpɔɹtənt ɪn ðə ˈneɪbɚhʊd hæd nɑt mətʃ tu du wɪθ ðə æˈkrɪˌmoʊni ʌv hər əˈluʒənz tu hər ˈhʌzbəndz əˈdɑptəd ˈkʌntɹi

Isabel presently found herself in the singular situation of defending the British constitution against her aunt; mrs Touchett having formed the habit of sticking pins into this venerable instrument.

ˈɪzəbəl ˈprɛzəntli faʊnd hərˈsɛlf ɪn ðə ˈsɪŋɡjələr ˌsɪʧuˈeɪʃən əv dɪˈfɛndɪŋ ðə ˈbrɪtɪʃ ˌkɑnstɪˈtuʃən əˈɡɛnst hər ˈænt; mɪsɪz ˈtʌʧɪt ˈhævɪŋ fɔrmd ðə ˈhæbɪt əv ˈstɪkɪŋ pɪnz ˈɪntu ðɪs ˈvɛnərəbl ˈɪnstrəmənt.

Isabel always felt an impulse to pull out the pins; not that she imagined they inflicted any damage on the tough old parchment, but because it seemed to her her aunt might make better use of her sharpness.

ɪzəˈbɛl ˈɔlweɪz fɛlt ən ˈɪmpʌls tu pʊl aʊt ðə pɪnz; nɑt ðæt ʃiː ɪˈmæʤɪnd ðeɪ ɪnˈflɪktɪd ˈɛni ˈdæmɪʤ ɑn ðə tʌf old ˈpɑrʧmənt, bʌt bɪˈkɔz ɪt ˈsimd tu ər hɜr ənt maɪt meɪk ˈbɛtər jus ʌv hɜr ˈʃɑrpnəs.

She was very critical herself-it was incidental to her age, her sex and her nationality; but she was very sentimental as well, and there was something in mrs Touchett's dryness that set her own moral fountains flowing.

ʃi wəz ˈvɛri ˈkrɪtɪkəl hərˈsɛlf ɪt wəz ˌɪnsəˈdɛntl̩ tə hər eɪʤ, hər sɛks ænd hər ˌnæʃəˈnæləti bət ʃi wəz ˈvɛri ˌsɛntəˈmɛntl̩ æz wɛl ænd ðɛr wəz ˈsʌmθɪŋ ɪn mɪsɪz ˈtʌʧɪts ˈdraɪnəs ðæt sɛt hər ˈoʊn ˈmɔrəl ˈfaʊntənz ˈfloʊɪŋ.

"When you criticise everything here you should have a point of view.

wɛn jʊ ˈkrɪtɪˌsaɪz ˈɛvrɪˌθɪŋ hɪr jʊ ʃʊd hæv ə pɔɪnt əv vjuː

Yours doesn't seem to be American-you thought everything over there so disagreeable. When I criticise I have mine; it's thoroughly American!"

jɔɹz ˈdəzən(t) sɪm tu bi əˈmɛɹɪkən-ju θɔt ˈɛvɹiˌθɪŋ ˈoʊvɹ̩ ðɛɹr̩ soʊ ˌdɪsəˈɡɹiəbəl. wɛn aɪ ˈkɹɪtəˌsaɪz aɪ hæv ˈmaɪn; ɪts ˈθʌɹəli əˈmɛɹɪkən!"

"Oh, this is too much!"

oʊ, ðɪs ɪz tuː mʌtʃ!

When people grow up they forget the way."

wɛn ˈpipəl ɡroʊ ʌp ðeɪ fərˈɡɛt ðə weɪ.

If they were not the best in the world they were the worst, but there was nothing middling about an American hotel.

ɪf ðeɪ wər nɑt ðə bɛst ɪn ðə wɝld ðeɪ wər ðə wɝst, bət ðɛr wəz ˈnʌθɪŋ ˈmɪdəlɪŋ əˈbaʊt ən əˈmɛrɪkən hoʊˈtɛl

"Should you like me better if I were your butler, dear?" her husband asked.

ʃʊd ju ˈlaɪk mi ˈbɛtər ɪf aɪ wər jɔr ˈbʌtlər, ˈdɪr? hər ˈhʌzbənd ˈæskt.

BAKED PERCH

beɪkt pɜrtʃ

They appear and reappear and continue to attract; but the regard changes, quits the sign and attaches to the substance.

ðeɪ əˈpɪr ænd ˌriəˈpɪr ænd kənˈtɪnju tu əˈtrækt; bət ðə rɪˈɡɑrd ˈʧeɪnʤɪz, kwɪts ðə saɪn ænd əˈtæʧəz tu ðə ˈsʌbstəns.

"That is a word I never use, nor do I like to hear it employed," he said.

"ðæt ɪz ə wɜrd aɪ ˈnɛvər juz, nɔr du aɪ laɪk tu hɪr ɪt ɪmˈplɔɪd," hi sɛd.

"Blackmail suggests to me a vulgar attempt to obtain money."

"ˈblækmeɪl səˈʤɛsts tu mi ə ˈvʌlɡər əˈtɛmpt tu əbˈteɪn ˈmʌni."

Half his quarrel with t x was that gentleman's curious indifference to the benevolent attitude which Kara had persistently adopted in his dealings with the detective.

hɑf hɪz ˈkwɔrəl wɪð tɪks wəz ðæt ˈdʒɛntəlmənz ˈkjʊriəs ɪnˈdɪfrəns tu ðə bɪˈnɛvələnt ˈætɪˌtud wɪt kærə hæd pərˈsɪstəntli əˈdɑptɪd ɪn hɪz ˈdilɪŋz wɪð ðə dɪˈtɛktɪv.

He will probably be interested if you take him into the library."

hi wɪl ˈprɑbəbli bi ˈɪntrəstɪd ɪf ju ˈteɪk ˈhɪm ˈɪntə ðə ˈlaɪˌbrɛri.

"I think I will go as I am," he said.

"aɪ θɪŋk aɪ wɪl ɡoʊ əz aɪ æm," hi sɛd.

Fisher followed him to his car, wrapped the fur rug about his legs, closed the door carefully and returned to the house.

ˈfɪʃər ˈfɑləʊd ɪm tu ɪz kɑr, ræpt ðə fɜr rʌɡ əˈbaʊt ɪz lɛɡz, kloʊzd ðə dɔr ˈkɛrəfəli ænd rɪˈtɜrnd tu ðə haʊs.

"Rum cove," he said again, and lifting the latch to the hook which held it up, left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

ˈɹʌm kəʊv, hi sɛd əˈɡɛn, ænd ˈlɪftɪŋ ðə læʧ tə ðə hʊk wɪʧ hɛld ɪt ʌp, lɛft ðə rum, ˈkloʊzɪŋ ðə dɔr ˈsɔftli bɪˈhaɪnd hɪm.

He was less than half-way down when the one maid of Kara's household came up to meet him.

hi wəz lɛs ðæn hæf-weɪ daʊn wɛn ðə wʌn meɪd ʌv kærəz ˈhaʊsˌhoʊld keɪm ʌp tu mit ɪm.

He was a man who would have attracted attention, if only from the somewhat eccentric nature of his dress and his unkempt appearance.

hi wəz ə mæn hu wʊd həv əˈtræktəd əˈtɛnʃən, ɪf ˈoʊnli frəm ðə ˈsʌmwʌt ɛkˈsɛntrɪk ˈneɪʧər əv hɪz drɛs ænd hɪz ʌnˈkɛmpt əˈpɪrəns.

Fisher, who was an observer of some discernment, noticed under the overcoat a creased blue suit, large black boots and a pair of pearl studs.

ˈfɪʃər, hu wəz ən əbˈzɜrvər əv səm dɪˈsɜrnˌmənt, ˈnoʊtɪst ˈʌndər ðə ˈoʊvərˌkoʊt ə kriːst bluː sut, lɑrdʒ blæk ˈbuts ænd ə pɛr əv pɜrl stʌdz.

"He will be back very shortly, sir," said the urbane Fisher.

ˈhi wɪl bi bæk ˈvɛri ˈʃɔrtli, sɜr, sɛd ðə ɜrˈbeɪn ˈfɪʃər.

"mr Kara expects you, sir.

mɪsˈtər ˈkɑrə ɪkˈspɛkts ju sɜr

"Give me those books!" roared the other.

"ˈɡɪv mi ðoʊz bʊks" roʊrd ðə ˈʌðər.

The girl was sealing up some letters as he entered and looked up.

ðə ɡɜrl wəz ˈsilɪŋ ʌp səm ˈlɛtərz æz hi ˈɛntərd ænd lʊkt ʌp.

"He never gave a chance, miss," said Fisher, with a little smile, "but if he comes again I'll show him straight up to you."

ˈhi ˈnɛvɚ ˈɡeɪv ə ˈʧæns, mɪs, sɛd ˈfɪʃɚ, wɪθ ə ˈlɪɾəl ˈsmaɪl, ˈbət ɪf i ˈkʌmz əˈɡɛn aɪl ʃoʊ ˈhɪm ˈstɹeɪt ʌp tuː juː.

She pointed to the far end of the kitchen to a soiled looking door of unpainted wood.

ʃi ˈpɔɪntɪd tuː ðə fɑr ɛnd ʌv ðə ˈkɪʧən tuː ə ˈsɔɪld ˈlʊkɪŋ dɔr ʌv ʌnˈpeɪntɪd wʊd

It was a large safe of the usual type.

ɪt wəz ə lɑrdʒ seɪf əv ðə ˈjuʒəwəl taɪp

He remembered other things more pleasant.

hi ɹiˈmɛmbɚd ˈʌðɚ ˈθɪŋz mɔɹ ˈplɛzənt

"mr Gathercole!"

"mɪs.tɚ ˈɡæ.ðɚ.koʊl!"

Such an instruction was remarkably pleasing to him.

sʌʧ ən ɪnˈstrʌkʃən wɑz rɪˈmɑrkəbli ˈpliːzɪŋ tu hɪm.