text_original: But he was not the kind to become discomfited. "I'd give a guinea to see you in silk. But I vow your hair looks better as it is." "Not so yours," said she, like lightning; "'twould look better to me hanging on the belt of one of them red devils."
text_transcription: BUT HE WAS NOT THE KIND TO BECOME DISCOMFITED I GIVE A GUINEA TO SEE YOU IN SILK BUT I VOW YOUR HAIR LOOKS BETTER AS IT IS NOT SO YOURS SAID SHE LIKE LIGHTNING TWOULD LOOK BETTER TO ME HANGING ON THE BELT OF ONE OF THEM RED DEVILS
phonemes: bˌʌt hiː wʌz nˌɑːt ðə kˈaɪnd tə bɪkˌʌm dɪskˈʌmfɪɾᵻd. "aɪd ɡˈɪv ɐ ɡˈɪni tə sˈiː juː ɪn sˈɪlk. bˌʌt aɪ vˈaʊ jʊɹ hˈɛɹ lˈʊks bˈɛɾɚɹ ˌæzɪtˈɪz." "nˌɑːt sˌoʊ jˈɔːɹz," sˈɛd ʃiː, lˈaɪk lˈaɪtnɪŋ; "twˈʊd lˈʊk bˈɛɾɚ tə mˌiː hˈæŋɪŋ ɔnðə bˈɛlt ʌv wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm ɹˈɛd dˈɛvəlz."