A Scandal in Bohemia, Chapter 2, part 6

maɪ ˈkæbi ˈdrəʊv ˈfɑːst || aɪ ˈdəʊnt ˈθɪŋk aɪ ˈevə ˈdrəʊv ˈfɑːstə | bət ði ˈʌðəz wə ˈðeə bɪˈfɔːr əs || ðə ˈkæb ən ðə ˈlændɔː | wɪð ðeə ˈstiːmɪŋ ˈhɔːsɪz |  wər ɪn ˈfrʌnt ə ðə ˈdɔː | ˈwen aɪ əˈraɪvd || aɪ ˈpeɪd ðə ˈmæn | ən ˈhʌrid ˈɪntə ðə ˈʧɜːʧ || ðə wəz ˈnɒt ə ˈsəʊl ˈðeə | ˈseɪv ðə ˈtuː hum aɪd ˈfɒləʊd | ən ˈsɜːplɪs ˈklɜːʤimən | hu ˈsiːmd tə biː ɪkˈspɒʧəleɪtɪŋ ˈwɪð ðəm || ðeɪ wər ˈɔːl ˈθriː | ˈstændɪŋ ɪn ə ˈnɒt | ɪn ˈfrʌnt ə ði ˈɔːltə || aɪ ˈlaʊnʤd ˈʌp ðə ˈsaɪd ˈaɪl | laɪk ˈeni ˈʌðər ˈaɪdlə | huz ˈdrɒpt ɪntu ə ˈʧɜːʧ || ˈsʌdn̩li | tə ˈmaɪ səˈpraɪz | ðə ˈθriː ət ði ˈɔːltə | ˈfeɪst ˈraʊn tu mi | əŋ ˈɡɒdfri ˈnɔːtn̩ | ˈkeɪm ˈrʌnɪŋ əz ˈhɑːd əz i ˈkʊd | təˈwɔːdz mi

ˈθæŋk ˈɡɒd i ˈkraɪd || ˈjuːl | ˈduː || ˈkʌm || ˈkʌm

ˈwɒt ˈðen aɪ ˈɑːst

ˈkʌm ˈmæn | ˈkʌm | ˈəʊnli ˈθriː ˈmɪnɪts | ɔːr ɪt ˈwəʊmp bi ˈliːɡl̩

aɪ wəz ˈhɑːf ˈdræɡd ʌp tə ði ˈɔːltə | əm bɪˈfɔːr aɪ ˈnjuː weər aɪ ˈwɒz | aɪ ˈfaʊm məˈself ˈmʌmblɪŋ rɪˈspɒnsɪz | wɪʧ wə ˈwɪspəd ɪm maɪ ˈɪə | ən ˈvaʊʧɪŋ fə ˈθɪŋz | əv ˈwɪʧ aɪ ˈnjuː ˈnʌθɪŋ | ən ˈʤenrəli əˈsɪstɪŋ | ɪn ðə sɪˈkjɔː ˈtaɪɪŋ ˈʌp | əv ˈaɪriːn ˈædlə | ˈspɪnstə | tə ˈɡɒdfri ˈnɔːtn̩ | ˈbæʧələ || ɪt wəz ˈɔːl ˈdʌn ɪn ən ˈɪnstənt | ən ˈðeə wəz ðə ˈʤentl̩mən | ˈθæŋkɪŋ mi ˈɒn ðə ˈwʌn ˈsaɪd | ən ðə ˈleɪdi ˈɒn ði ˈʌðə | waɪl ðə ˈklɜːʤimən | ˈbiːmd ɒm mi ɪn ˈfrʌnt || ɪt wəz ðə ˈməʊt prəˈpɒstrəs pəˈzɪʃn̩ | ɪn wɪʧ aɪ ˈevə ˈfaʊm məˈself | ɪm maɪ ˈlaɪf | ən ɪt wəz ðə ˈθɔːt əv ɪt | ðət ˈstɑːtɪb mi ˈlɑːfɪŋ ˈʤʌs ˈnaʊ || ɪt ˈsiːmz ðət ðəb biːn ˈsʌm ˈɪnfəˈmæləti | əˈbaʊt ðeə ˈlaɪsn̩s | ðət ðə ˈklɜːʤimən ˈæbsəˈluːtli rɪˈfjuːz tə ˈmæri ðəm | wɪˈðaʊt ə ˈwɪtnəs əv ˈsʌm ˈsɔːt | ən ðəp ˈmaɪ ˈlʌki əˈpɪərəns | ˈseɪv ðə ˈbraɪɡɡruːm | frəm ˈhævɪŋ tə ˈsæli ˈaʊt | ˈɪntə ðə ˈstriːts | ɪn ˈsɜːʧ əv ə ˈbes ˈmæn || ðə ˈbraɪɡ ˈɡeɪv mi ə ˈsɒvrin | ən aɪ ˈmiːn tə ˈweər ɪt | ɒm maɪ ˈwɒʧ ˈʧeɪn | ɪm ˈmemri ə ði əˈkeɪʒn̩

Doyle, Arthur Conan. The Original Illustrated Sherlock Holmes. “Reproduced from the original publication in The Strand Magazine with the classic illustrations by Sidney Paget.” Edison, New Jersey: Castle Books, [after 1954]. Internet Archive version of a copy donated by Friends of the San Francisco Library. http://www.victorianweb.org/art/illustration/pagets/6.html

“My cabby drove fast. I don't think I ever drove faster, but the others were there before us. The cab and the landau with their steaming horses were in front of the door when I arrived. I paid the man and hurried into the church. There was not a soul there save the two whom I had followed and a surpliced clergyman, who seemed to be expostulating with them. They were all three standing in a knot in front of the altar. I lounged up the side aisle like any other idler who has dropped into a church. Suddenly, to my surprise, the three at the altar faced round to me, and Godfrey Norton came running as hard as he could towards me.

“‘Thank God,’ he cried. ‘You'll do. Come! Come!’

“‘What then?’ I asked.

“‘Come, man, come, only three minutes, or it won't be legal.’

“I was half-dragged up to the altar, and before I knew where I was I found myself mumbling responses which were whispered in my ear, and vouching for things of which I knew nothing, and generally assisting in the secure tying up of Irene Adler, spinster, to Godfrey Norton, bachelor. It was all done in an instant, and there was the gentleman thanking me on the one side and the lady on the other, while the clergyman beamed on me in front. It was the most preposterous position in which I ever found myself in my life, and it was the thought of it that started me laughing just now. It seems that there had been some informality about their license, that the clergyman absolutely refused to marry them without a witness of some sort, and that my lucky appearance saved the bridegroom from having to sally out into the streets in search of a best man. The bride gave me a sovereign, and I mean to wear it on my watch-chain in memory of the occasion.”