text_original: "Rotha," she said putting her head inside the door, "here's somebody to see you." The girl started up and a colour came into her face, as she eagerly asked, "Who?" "I don't know him from Adam. He's a sort of a missionary; they come round once in a while; and he wants to see you." "Mother's gone out," said Rotha, her colour fading as quick as it had risen.
text_transcription: ROTHA SHE SAID PUTTING HER HEAD INSIDE THE DOOR HERE'S SOMEBODY TO SEE YOU THE GIRL STARTED UP AND A COLOUR CAME INTO HER FACE AS SHE EAGERLY ASKED WHO I DON'T KNOW HIM FROM ADAM HE'S A SORT OF MISSIONARY THEY COME ROUND ONCE IN A WHILE AND HE WANTS TO SEE YOU MOTHER'S GONE OUT SAID ROTHA HER COLOR FADING AS QUICK AS IT HAD RISEN
phonemes: "ɹˈɑːθə," ʃiː sˈɛd pˈʊɾɪŋ hɜː hˈɛd ɪnsˈaɪd ðə dˈɔːɹ, "hˈɪɹz sˈʌmbɑːdi tə sˈiː juː." ðə ɡˈɜːl stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ˌʌp ænd ɐ kˈʌlɚ kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ hɜː fˈeɪs, æz ʃiː ˈiːɡɚli ˈæskt, "hˈuː?" "aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ hˌɪm fɹʌm ˈædəm. hiːz ɐ sˈɔːɹt əvə mˈɪʃənˌɛɹi; ðeɪ kˈʌm ɹˈaʊnd wˈʌns ɪn ɐ wˈaɪl; ænd hiː wˈɔnts tə sˈiː juː." "mˈʌðɚz ɡɔn ˈaʊt," sˈɛd ɹˈɑːθə, hɜː kˈʌlɚ fˈeɪdɪŋ æz kwˈɪk æz ɪt hæd ɹˈɪzən.