text_original: Have you any love for me?" "I have, sir," I answered. "By the Lord, I believe you," he said, and picking up my small hunting shirt, he flung it at me. "Put it on, and go when the sun rises." As the first shaft of light over the bluff revealed the diamonds in the orchard grass I went out, wondering. Suspecting would be a better word for the nature I had inherited.
text_transcription: HAVE YOU ANY LOVE FOR ME I HAVE SIR I ANSWERED BY THE LORD I BELIEVE YOU HE SAID AND PICKING UP MY SMALL HUNTING SHIRT HE FLUNG IT AT ME PUT IT ON AND GO WHEN THE SUN RISES AS THE FIRST SHAFT OF LIGHT OVER THE BLUFF REVEALED THE DIAMONDS IN THE ORCHARD GRASS I WENT OUT WONDERING SUSPECTING WOULD BE A BETTER WORD FOR THE NATURE I HAD INHERITED
phonemes: hæv juː ˌɛni lˈʌv fɔːɹ mˌiː?" "aɪ hˈæv, sˌɜː," aɪ ˈænsɚd. "baɪ ðə lˈɔːɹd, aɪ bᵻlˈiːv juː," hiː sˈɛd, ænd pˈɪkɪŋ ˌʌp maɪ smˈɔːl hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt, hiː flˈʌŋ ɪɾ æt mˌiː. "pˌʊt ɪɾ ˈɔn, ænd ɡˌoʊ wɛn ðə sˈʌn ɹˈaɪzᵻz." æz ðə fˈɜːst ʃˈæft ʌv lˈaɪt ˌoʊvɚ ðə blˈʌf ɹᵻvˈiːld ðə dˈaɪəməndz ɪnðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd ɡɹˈæs aɪ wɛnt ˈaʊt, wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ. səspˈɛktɪŋ wʊd biː ɐ bˈɛɾɚ wˈɜːd fɚðə nˈeɪtʃɚɹ aɪ hæd ɪnhˈɛɹɪɾᵻd.