text_original: After lunch she could bear it no longer. "What do you think ought to be done now, Horace?" The Squire looked at her fixedly. "If you imagine," he said at last, "that I'll have anything to do with that fellow Bellew, you're very much mistaken."
text_transcription: AFTER LUNCH SHE COULD BEAR IT NO LONGER WHAT DO YOU THINK OUGHT TO BE DONE NOW HORACE THE SQUIRE LOOKED AT HER FIXEDLY IF YOU IMAGINE HE SAID AT LAST THAT I'LL HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT FELLOW BLUE YOU'RE VERY MUCH MISTAKEN
phonemes: ˈæftɚ lˈʌntʃ ʃiː kʊd bˈɛɹ ɪt nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ. "wˌʌt dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk ˈɔːt təbi dˈʌn nˈaʊ, hˈɔːɹəs?" ðə skwˈaɪɚ lˈʊkt æt hɜː fˈɪksᵻdli. "ɪf juː ɪmˈædʒɪn," hiː sˈɛd æt lˈæst, "ðæt aɪl hæv ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ tə dˈuː wɪð ðæt fˈɛloʊ bˈɛluː, jʊɹ vˈɛɹi mˈʌtʃ mɪstˈeɪkən."