text_original: "Where are your wits, Mr. Ritchie? Have you any plan?" "I have been so used to rely on myself, Madame," I replied. "That you do not like to have your affairs meddled with by a woman," she said, into the fireplace.
text_transcription: WHERE ARE YOUR WITS MISTER RICHEY HAVE YOU ANY PLAN I'VE BEEN SO USED TO RELY ON MYSELF MADAM I REPLIED THAT YOU DO NOT LIKE TO HAVE YOUR AFFAIRS MEDDLED WITH BY A WOMAN SHE SAID INTO THE FIREPLACE
phonemes: "wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ jʊɹ wˈɪts, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪtʃi? hæv juː ˌɛni plˈæn?" "aɪ hɐvbɪn sˌoʊ jˈuːzd tə ɹᵻlˈaɪ ˌɔn maɪsˈɛlf, mˈædəm," aɪ ɹᵻplˈaɪd. "ðæt juː duːnˌɑːt lˈaɪk tə hæv jʊɹ ɐfˈɛɹz mˈɛdəld wɪð baɪ ɐ wˈʊmən," ʃiː sˈɛd, ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈaɪɚpleɪs.