text_original: "Rose dear, Rose, can I do anything?" Mrs. Barter put out her hand, a gleam of malice shot into her eyes. Through her set lips came a vague murmur, and the words: "No, dear, nothing. Better go for your walk."
text_transcription: ROSE DEAR ROSE CAN I ANYTHING MISSUS BARDEER PUT OUT HER HAND A GLEAM OF MALICE SHOT INTO HER EYES THROUGH HER SET LIPS CAME A VAGUE MURMUR AND THE WORDS NO DEAR NOTHING BETTER GO FOR YOUR WALK
phonemes: "ɹˈoʊz dˈɪɹ, ɹˈoʊz, kæn aɪ dˈuː ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ?" mˈɪsɪz. bˈɑːɹɾɚ pˌʊt ˈaʊt hɜː hˈænd, ɐ ɡlˈiːm ʌv mˈælɪs ʃˈɑːt ˌɪntʊ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz. θɹuː hɜː sˈɛt lˈɪps kˈeɪm ɐ vˈeɪɡ mˈɜːmɚ, ænd ðə wˈɜːdz: "nˈoʊ, dˈɪɹ, nˈʌθɪŋ. bˈɛɾɚ ɡˌoʊ fɔːɹ jʊɹ wˈɔːk."