text_original: Come, we'll go back to the Rue St. Dominique, to the suppers and the card parties of the countess. We'll be rid of regrets for a life upon which we have turned our backs forever." She shook her head, sadly. "It's no use, Harry," said she, "we'll never be rid of regrets."
text_transcription: COME WE'LL GO BACK TO THE RUE SAINT DOMINIQUE TO THE SUPPERS AND THE CARD PARTIES OF THE COUNTESS WE'LL BE RID OF REGRETS FOR A LIFE UPON WHICH WE'VE TURNED OUR BACKS FOREVER SHE SHOOK HER HEAD SADLY IT'S NO USE HARRY SAID SHE WE'LL NEVER BE RID OF REGRETS
phonemes: kˈʌm, wiːl ɡˌoʊ bˈæk tə ðə ɹˈuː sənt. dəmɪnˈiːk, tə ðə sˈʌpɚz ænd ðə kˈɑːɹd pˈɑːɹɾiz ʌvðə kˈaʊntɛs. wiːl biː ɹˈɪd ʌv ɹᵻɡɹˈɛts fɚɹə lˈaɪf əpˌɑːn wˌɪtʃ wiː hæv tˈɜːnd ˌaʊɚ bˈæks fɚɹˈɛvɚ." ʃiː ʃˈʊk hɜː hˈɛd, sˈædli. "ɪts nˈoʊ jˈuːs, hˈæɹi," sˈɛd ʃiː, "wiːl nˈɛvɚ biː ɹˈɪd ʌv ɹᵻɡɹˈɛts."