text_original: "We will rest here," I said, laughing, "and send in Benjy to find out." "Davy," he answered, with withering contempt, "you have no more romance in you than a turnip. We will go ourselves and see what befalls."
text_transcription: WE WILL REST HERE I SAID LAUGHING AND SEND IN BINJI TO FIND OUT DAVY HE ANSWERED WITH WITHERING CONTEMPT YOU HAVE NO MORE ROMANCE IN YOU THAN A TURNIP WE WILL GO OURSELVES AND SEE WHAT BEFALLS
phonemes: "wiː wɪl ɹˈɛst hˈɪɹ," aɪ sˈɛd, lˈæfɪŋ, "ænd sˈɛnd ɪn bˈɛndʒi tə fˈaɪnd ˈaʊt." "dˈeɪvi," hiː ˈænsɚd, wɪð wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ kəntˈɛmpt, "juː hæv nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɹoʊmˈæns ɪn juː ðˌænə tˈɜːnɪp. wiː wɪl ɡˌoʊ aʊɚsˈɛlvz ænd sˈiː wʌt bᵻfˈɔːlz."