text_original: "My dear boy, they're quite nasty! Do throw them outside somewhere; it's so dreadful, the smell of old flowers!" She held the cup out, covering her nose with her handkerchief. George took the cup, and like a cat spying a mouse, Mrs. Pendyce watched him take it out into the garden.
text_transcription: MY DEAR BOY THEY'RE QUITE NASTY DO THROW THEM OUTSIDE SOMEWHERE IT'S SO DREADFUL THE SMELL OF OLD FLOWERS SHE HELD THE CUP COVERING HER NOSE WITH HER HANDKERCHIEF GEORGE TOOK THE CUP AND LIKE A CAT SPYING A MOUSE MISSUS PENDISE WATCHED HIM TAKE IT OUT INTO THE GARDEN
phonemes: "maɪ dˈɪɹ bˈɔɪ, ðeɪɚ kwˈaɪt nˈæsti! dˈuː θɹˈoʊ ðˌɛm aʊtsˈaɪd sˈʌmwɛɹ; ɪts sˌoʊ dɹˈɛdfəl, ðə smˈɛl ʌv ˈoʊld flˈaʊɚz!" ʃiː hˈɛld ðə kˈʌp ˈaʊt, kˈʌvɚɹɪŋ hɜː nˈoʊz wɪð hɜː hˈændkɚtʃˌiːf. dʒˈɔːɹdʒ tˈʊk ðə kˈʌp, ænd lˈaɪk ɐ kˈæt spˈaɪɪŋ ɐ mˈaʊs, mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs wˈɑːtʃt hˌɪm tˈeɪk ɪɾ ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən.