text_original: "My courage!" she cried, flashing a look upwards, "my foresight. A pretty mess we had made of it without my inheritance.
text_transcription: MY COURAGE SHE CRIED FLASHING A LOOK UPWARDS MY FORESIGHT A PRETTY MESS WE HAD MADE OF IT WITHOUT MY INHERITANCE
phonemes: "maɪ kˈɜːɹɪdʒ!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, flˈæʃɪŋ ɐ lˈʊk ˈʌpwɚdz, "maɪ fˈɔːɹsaɪt. ɐ pɹˈɪɾi mˈɛs wiː hæd mˌeɪd ʌv ɪt wɪðˌaʊt maɪ ɪnhˈɛɹɪtəns.