text_original: I can't imagine what we're coming to!" On Margery Pendyce's hearing, those words, "I can't imagine what we're coming to," had fallen for four and thirty years, in every sort of connection, from many persons.
text_transcription: I CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT WE'RE COMING TO ON MARJORE PENDICE'S HEARING THOSE WORDS I CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT WE'RE COMING TO HAD FALLEN FOR FOUR AND THIRTY YEARS IN EVERY SORT OF CONNECTION FROM MANY PERSONS
phonemes: aɪ kˈænt ɪmˈædʒɪn wʌt wɪɹ kˈʌmɪŋ tuː!" ˌɔn mˈɑːɹdʒɚɹi pˈɛndaɪsᵻz hˈɪɹɪŋ, ðoʊz wˈɜːdz, "aɪ kˈænt ɪmˈædʒɪn wʌt wɪɹ kˈʌmɪŋ tuː," hæd fˈɔːlən fɔːɹ fˈɔːɹ ænd θˈɜːɾi jˈɪɹz, ɪn ˈɛvɹi sˈɔːɹt ʌv kənˈɛkʃən, fɹʌm mˈɛni pˈɜːsənz.