text_original: "Mother, it looks as if he knew we were poor." "He knows it, of course. Am I not making his shirts?" Rotha was silent, clearing away the dishes and oyster shells with a good deal of decision and dissatisfaction revealed in her movements. "Everybody knows it, my child."
text_transcription: MOTHER IT LOOKS AS IF HE KNEW WE WERE POOR HE KNOWS IT OF COURSE AM I NOT MAKING HIS SHIRTS ROTHA WAS SILENT CLEARING AWAY THE DISHES AND OYSTER SHELLS WITH A GOOD DEAL OF DECISION AND DISSATISFACTION REVEALED IN HER MOVEMENTS EVERYBODY KNOWS IT MY CHILD
phonemes: "mˈʌðɚ, ɪt lˈʊks æz ɪf hiː nˈuː wiː wɜː pˈʊɹ." "hiː nˈoʊz ɪt, ʌv kˈɔːɹs. æm aɪ nˌɑːt mˌeɪkɪŋ hɪz ʃˈɜːts?" ɹˈɑːθə wʌz sˈaɪlənt, klˈɪɹɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ ðə dˈɪʃᵻz ænd ˈɔɪstɚ ʃˈɛlz wɪð ɐ ɡˈʊd dˈiːl ʌv dᵻsˈɪʒən ænd dɪsˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən ɹᵻvˈiːld ɪn hɜː mˈuːvmənts. "ˈɛvɹɪbˌɑːdi nˈoʊz ɪt, maɪ tʃˈaɪld."