text_original: How is a woman to live, that can't get more than a third or a quarter the value o' what she does? So they _don't_ live; they die; and that's how it's goin' to be here." A tear was glittering in Mrs. Marble's honest eyes, while at the same time she bit off her words as if they had been snap gingerbread. "Is it so bad as that?" asked the visiter.
text_transcription: HOW IS A WOMAN TO LIVE THAT CAN'T GET MORE THAN A THIRD OR A QUARTER OF THE VALUE WHAT SHE DOES SO THEY DON'T LIVE THEY DIE AND THAT'S HOW IT'S GOING TO BE HERE A TEAR WAS GLITTERING IN MISSUS MARBLE'S HONEST EYES WHILE AT THE SAME TIME SHE BIT OFF HER WORDS AS IF THEY HAD BEEN SNAPPED GINGERBREAD IS IT SO BAD AS THAT ASKED THE VISITOR
phonemes: hˌaʊ ɪz ɐ wˈʊmən tə lˈɪv, ðæt kˈænt ɡɛt mˈɔːɹ ðˌænə θˈɜːd ɔːɹ ɐ kwˈɔːɹɾɚ ðə vˈæljuː ˈoʊ wʌt ʃiː dˈʌz? sˌoʊ ðeɪ dˈoʊnt lˈɪv; ðeɪ dˈaɪ; ænd ðæts hˌaʊ ɪts ɡˌoʊɪn təbi hˈɪɹ." ɐ tˈɪɹ wʌz ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ ɪn mˈɪsɪz. mˈɑːɹbəlz ˈɑːnɪst ˈaɪz, wˌaɪl æt ðə sˈeɪm tˈaɪm ʃiː bˈɪt ˈɔf hɜː wˈɜːdz æz ɪf ðeɪ hɐdbɪn snˈæp dʒˈɪndʒɚbɹˌɛd. "ɪz ɪt sˌoʊ bˈæd æz ðˈæt?" ˈæskt ðə vˈɪzɪɾɚ.