text_original: Let father do what he likes; I can hold on!" Mrs. Pendyce did not answer, and he was obliged to look round. She was sitting perfectly still with her hands in her lap, and his man's hatred of anything conspicuous happening to a woman, to his own mother of all people, took fiercer fire. "Go back!" he repeated, "before there's any fuss! What good can you possibly do? You can't leave father; that's absurd! You must go!"
text_transcription: LET FATHER DO WHAT HE LIKES I CAN HOLD ON MISSUS PENDISE DID NOT ANSWER AND HE WAS OBLIGED TO LOOK ROUND SHE WAS SITTING PERFECTLY STILL WITH HER HANDS IN HER LAP AND HIS MAN'S HATRED OF ANYTHING CONSPICUOUS HAPPENING TO A WOMAN TO HIS OWN MOTHER OF ALL PEOPLE TOOK FIERCER FIRE GO BACK MOTHER HE SAID BEFORE THERE'S ANY FUSS WHAT GOOD CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO YOU CAN'T LEAVE FATHER THAT'S ABSURD YOU MUST GO
phonemes: lˈɛt fˈɑːðɚ dˈuː wʌt hiː lˈaɪks; aɪ kæn hˈoʊld ˈɔn!" mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs dɪdnˌɑːt ˈænsɚ, ænd hiː wʌz əblˈaɪdʒd tə lˈʊk ɹˈaʊnd. ʃiː wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ pˈɜːfɛktli stˈɪl wɪð hɜː hˈændz ɪn hɜː lˈæp, ænd hɪz mˈænz hˈeɪtɹɪd ʌv ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ kənspˈɪkjuːəs hˈæpənɪŋ tʊ ɐ wˈʊmən, tə hɪz ˈoʊn mˈʌðɚɹ ʌv ˈɔːl pˈiːpəl, tˈʊk fˈɪɹsɚ fˈaɪɚ. "ɡˌoʊ bˈæk!" hiː ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd, "bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɛɹz ˌɛni fˈʌs! wˌʌt ɡˈʊd kæn juː pˈɑːsᵻbli dˈuː? juː kˈænt lˈiːv fˈɑːðɚ; ðæts ɐbsˈɜːd! juː mˈʌst ɡˈoʊ!"