A Scandal in Bohemia: Chapter 1, part 2

ˈaɪd ˈsiːn ˈlɪtl̩ əv ˈhəʊmz | ˈleɪtli || maɪ ˈmærɪʤ əd ˈdrɪftɪd əs əˈweɪ frəm iːʧ ˈʌðə || maɪ ˈəʊŋ kəmˈpliːt ˈhæpinəs | ən ðə ˈhəʊm ˈsentəd ˈɪntrests | wɪʧ ˈraɪz ˈʌp əˈraʊn ðə ˈmæn | hu ˈfɜːs ˈfaɪnz ɪmˈself | ˈmɑːstər əv ɪz ˈəʊn ɪˈstæblɪʃmənt | wə səˈfɪʃn̩t tu əbˈzɔːb ˈɔːl maɪ əˈtenʃn̩ | ˈwaɪl ˈhəʊmz | hu ˈləʊðd ˈevri ˈfɔːm əv səˈsaɪəti | wɪð ɪz ˈhəʊl bəˈhiːmiən ˈsəʊl | rɪˈmeɪnd ɪn ɑː ˈlɒʤɪŋz | ɪm ˈbeɪkə ˈstriːt | ˈberid əˈmʌŋ ɪz ˈəʊl ˈbʊks | ən ˈɔːltəneɪtɪŋ | frəm ˈwiːk tə ˈwiːk | bɪˈtwiːŋ kəˈkeɪn | ən æmˈbɪʃn̩ | ðə ˈdraʊzinəs ə ðə ˈdrʌɡ | ən ðə ˈfɪəs ˈenəʤi | əv ɪz ˈəʊŋ ˈkiːn ˈneɪʧə || hi wəz ˈstɪl | ˈæz ˈevə | ˈdiːpli əˈtræktɪb baɪ ðə ˈstʌdi əv ˈkraɪm | ən ˈɒkjupaɪd ɪz ɪˈmens ˈfækl̩tiz | ən ɪkˈstrɔːdn̩ri ˈpaʊəz əv ˈɒbzəˈveɪʃn̩ | ɪn ˈfɒləʊɪŋ ˈaʊt ˈðəʊz ˈkluːz | əŋ ˈklɪərɪŋ ˈʌp ˈðəʊz ˈmɪstriz | wɪʧ əb biːn əˈbændənd əz ˈhəʊpləs | baɪ ði əˈfɪʃl̩ pəˈliːs || frəm ˈtaɪm tə ˈtaɪm | aɪ ˈhɜːd ˈsʌm ˈveɪɡ əˈkaʊnt əv ɪs ˈduːɪŋz | əv ɪz ˈsʌmənz tu əˈdesə | ɪn ðə ˈkeɪs ə ðə ˈtrepɒf ˈmɜːdə | əv ɪz ˈklɪərɪŋ ˈʌp | əv ðə ˈsɪŋɡjələ ˈtræʤədi | əv ði ˈækkɪnsm̩ ˈbrʌðəz | ət ˈtrɪŋkəməˈliː | ən ˈfaɪnəli | əv ðə ˈmɪʃn̩ wɪʧ id əˈkʌmplɪʃt | ˈsəʊ ˈdelɪkətli ən səkˈsesfl̩i | fə ðə ˈreɪnɪŋ ˈfæmli əv ˈhɒlənd || biˈɒn ˈðiːz ˈsaɪnz əv ɪz ækˈtɪvəti | haʊˈevə | wɪʧ aɪ ˈmɪəli ˈʃeəd wɪð ˈɔːl ðə ˈriːdəz ə ðə ˈdeɪli ˈpres | aɪ ˈnjuːˈlɪtl̩ əv maɪ ˈfɔːmə ˈfrend əŋ kəmˈpænjən

I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in following out those clues, and clearing up those mysteries which had been abandoned as hopeless by the official police. From time to time I heard some vague account of his doings: of his summons to Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder, of his clearing up of the singular tragedy of the Atkinson brothers at Trincomalee, and finally of the mission which he had accomplished so delicately and successfully for the reigning family of Holland. Beyond these signs of his activity, however, which I merely shared with all the readers of the daily press, I knew little of my former friend and companion.