hiː wʌz nˈɑːt, ɪɾ ɪz tɹˈuː, vˈɛɹi ˈoʊld, æz jˈɪɹz ɡˈoʊ, wˌɛn aɪ sˈɔː hˌɪm, bˌʌt dᵻbˈɔːtʃɚɹi ænd lˈoʊ lˈɪvɪŋ hæd lˈɛft ðɛɹ tɹˈeɪsᵻz əpˌɑːn hɪz kˈaʊntənəns, wɪðˈaʊt, haʊˈɛvɚɹ ɛntˈaɪɚli dᵻstɹˈɔɪɪŋ ðə ɹˌɛɡjʊlˈæɹᵻɾi ænd ðə bjˈuːɾi ʌv hɪz fˈiːtʃɚz.
He was not, it is true, very old, as years go, when I saw him, but debauchery and low living had left their traces upon his countenance, without, however entirely destroying the regularity and the beauty of his features.