text_original: "No," she answered. "Faith," says Mr. Riddle, "he'll scarce turn up here." She did not answer that, but sat motionless. "He'll scarce turn up here, in these wilds," Mr. Riddle repeated, "and what I am wondering, Sarah, is how the devil we are to live here." "How do these good people live, who helped us when we were starving?" Mr. Riddle flung his hand eloquently around the cabin. There was something of disgust in the gesture. "You see!"
text_transcription: NO SHE ANSWERED FAITH SAYS MISTER RIDDLE YOU'LL SCARCE TURN UP HERE SHE DID NOT ANSWER THAT BUT SAT MOTIONLESS YOU'LL SCARCE TURN UP HERE IN THESE WILDS MISTER RIDDLE REPEATED AND WHAT I AM WONDERING SARAH IS HOW THE DEVIL WE'RE TO LIVE HERE HOW DO THESE GOOD PEOPLE LIVE WHO HELPED US WHEN WE WERE STARVING MISTER RIDDLE FLUNG HIS HAND ELOQUENTLY AROUND THE CABIN THERE WAS SOMETHING OF DISGUST IN THE GESTURE YOU SEE
phonemes: "nˈoʊ," ʃiː ˈænsɚd. "fˈeɪθ," sˈɛz mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl, "hiːl skˈɛɹs tˈɜːn ˌʌp hˈɪɹ." ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt ˈænsɚ ðˈæt, bˌʌt sˈæt mˈoʊʃənləs. "hiːl skˈɛɹs tˈɜːn ˌʌp hˈɪɹ, ɪn ðiːz wˈaɪldz," mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd, "ænd wʌt aɪɐm wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ, sˈɛɹə, ɪz hˌaʊ ðə dˈɛvəl wiː ɑːɹ tə lˈɪv hˈɪɹ." "hˌaʊ dˈuː ðiːz ɡˈʊd pˈiːpəl lˈaɪv, hˌuː hˈɛlpt ˌʌs wɛn wiː wɜː stˈɑːɹvɪŋ?" mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl flˈʌŋ hɪz hˈænd ˈɛləkwəntli ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə kˈæbɪn. ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌv dɪsɡˈʌst ɪnðə dʒˈɛstʃɚ. "juː sˈiː!"