text_original: "One more brat," she sighed. "Nick, take him to the nursery, or the stable. And both of you keep out of my sight." Nick strode up to me. "Don't mind her. She's always saying, 'Keep out of my sight.'" His voice trembled. He took me by the sleeve and began pulling me around the house and into a little summer bower that stood there; for he had a masterful manner. "What's your name?" he demanded. "David Trimble," I said.
text_transcription: ONE MORE BRAT SHE SIGHED NICK TAKE HIM TO THE NURSERY OR THE STABLE AND BOTH OF YOU KEEP OUT OF MY SIGHT NICK STRODE UP TO ME DON'T MIND HER SHE'S ALWAYS SAYING KEEP OUT OF MY SIGHT HIS VOICE TREMBLED HE TOOK ME BY THE SLEEVE AND BEGAN PULLING ME AROUND THE HOUSE AND INTO THE LITTLE SUMMER BOWER THAT STOOD THERE FOR HE HAD A MASTERFUL MANNER WHAT'S YOUR NAME HE DEMANDED DAVID TREMBLE I SAID
phonemes: "wˈʌn mˈɔːɹ bɹˈæt," ʃiː sˈaɪd. "nˈɪk, tˈeɪk hˌɪm tə ðə nˈɜːsɚɹi, ɔːɹ ðə stˈeɪbəl. ænd bˈoʊθ ʌv juː kˈiːp ˌaʊɾəv maɪ sˈaɪt." nˈɪk stɹˈoʊd ˈʌp tə mˌiː. "dˈoʊnt mˈaɪnd hɜː. ʃiːz ˈɔːlweɪz sˈeɪɪŋ, kˈiːp ˌaʊɾəv maɪ sˈaɪt." hɪz vˈɔɪs tɹˈɛmbəld. hiː tˈʊk mˌiː baɪ ðə slˈiːv ænd bɪɡˈæn pˈʊlɪŋ mˌiː ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə hˈaʊs ænd ˌɪntʊ ɐ lˈɪɾəl sˈʌmɚ bˈaʊɚ ðæt stˈʊd ðˈɛɹ; fɔːɹ hiː hæd ɐ mˈæstɚfəl mˈænɚ. "wˌʌts jʊɹ nˈeɪm?" hiː dᵻmˈændᵻd. "dˈeɪvɪd tɹˈɪmbəl," aɪ sˈɛd.