text_original: "But there are no heathen in New York." "There are worse." "Worse? what can be worse?" "It is worse to see the light and refuse it, than never to have had the choice." "Then I should think it would be better not to send missionaries to the heathen." "Rotha, take my bonnet and cloak, dear, and put them away; and make me some tea, will you?"
text_transcription: BUT THERE ARE NO HEATHEN IN NEW YORK THERE ARE WORSE WORSE WHAT CAN BE WORSE IT IS WORSE TO SEE THE LIGHT AND REFUSE IT THAN NEVER TO HAVE HAD THE CHOICE THEN I SHOULD THINK IT WOULD BE BETTER NOT TO SEND MISSIONARIES TO THE HEATHEN RATHA TAKE MY BONNET AND CLOAK DEAR AND PUT THEM AWAY AND MAKE ME SOME TEA WILL YOU
phonemes: "bˌʌt ðɛɹˌɑːɹ nˈoʊ hˈiːðən ɪn nˈuː jˈɔːɹk." "ðɛɹˌɑːɹ wˈɜːs." "wˈɜːs? wˌʌt kæn biː wˈɜːs?" "ɪɾ ɪz wˈɜːs tə sˈiː ðə lˈaɪt ænd ɹᵻfjˈuːz ɪt, ðɐn nˈɛvɚ tə hæv hæd ðə tʃˈɔɪs." "ðˈɛn aɪ ʃˌʊd θˈɪŋk ɪt wʊd biː bˈɛɾɚ nˌɑːt tə sˈɛnd mˈɪʃənˌɛɹiz tə ðə hˈiːðən." "ɹˈɑːθə, tˈeɪk maɪ bˈɑːnɪt ænd klˈoʊk, dˈɪɹ, ænd pˌʊt ðˌɛm ɐwˈeɪ; ænd mˌeɪk mˌiː sˌʌm tˈiː, wˈɪl juː?"