text_original: '.f that is really all,' she thought, 'I suppose I must get up and go!' And it flashed through her mind: 'My poor dress will be ruined!' Bellew turned round. "Will you have some tea?" Mrs. Pendyce smiled a pale little smile. "No, thank you; I don't think I could drink any tea."
text_transcription: IF THAT IS REALLY ALL SHE THOUGHT I SUPPOSE I MUST GET UP AND GO AND IT FLASHED THROUGH HER MIND MY POOR DRESS WILL BE RUINED BILOU TURNED ROUND WE HAVE SOME TEA MISSUS PENDISE SMILED A PALE LITTLE SMILE NO THANK YOU I DON'T THINK I COULD DRINK ANY TEA
phonemes: .ˈɛf ðæt ɪz ɹˈiəli ˈɔːl,ʃiː θˈɔːt, aɪ səpˈoʊz aɪ mˈʌst ɡɛt ˌʌp ænd ɡˈoʊ!ænd ɪt flˈæʃt θɹuː hɜː mˈaɪnd: maɪ pˈʊɹ dɹˈɛs wɪl biː ɹˈuːɪnd!bˈɛluː tˈɜːnd ɹˈaʊnd. "wɪl juː hæv sˌʌm tˈiː?" mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs smˈaɪld ɐ pˈeɪl lˈɪɾəl smˈaɪl. "nˈoʊ, θˈæŋk juː; aɪ dˈoʊnt θˈɪŋk aɪ kʊd dɹˈɪŋk ˌɛni tˈiː."