text_original: "My God, Antoinette, listen!" cried Nick; "Mrs. Clive is not her name. I know her, David knows her. She is an  adventuress!" Mrs. Temple gave a cry, and the girl shot at him a frightened, bewildered glance, in which a new born love struggled with an older affection. "An adventuress!" she repeated, her hand dropping, "oh, I do not believe it. I cannot believe it." "You shall believe it," said Nick, fiercely. "Her name is not Clive.
text_transcription: MY GOD ANTOINETTE LISTEN CRIED NICK MISSUS CLIVE IS NOT HER NAME I KNOW HER DAVID KNOWS HER SHE IS AN ADVENTURESS MISSUS TEMPLE GAVE A CRY AND THE GIRL SHOT AT HIM A FRIGHTENED BEWILDERED GLANCE IN WHICH A NEW BORN LOVE STRUGGLED WITH AN OLDER AFFECTION AN ADVENTURESS SHE REPEATED HER HAND DROPPING OH I DO NOT BELIEVE IT I CANNOT BELIEVE IT YOU SHALL BELIEVE IT SAID NICK FIERCELY HER NAME IS NOT CLIVE
phonemes: "maɪ ɡˈɑːd, ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt, lˈɪsən!" kɹˈaɪd nˈɪk; "mˈɪsɪz. klˈaɪv ɪz nˌɑːt hɜː nˈeɪm. aɪ nˈoʊ hɜː, dˈeɪvɪd nˈoʊz hɜː. ʃiː ɪz ɐn ɐdvˈɛntʃɚɹˌɛs!" mˈɪsɪz. tˈɛmpəl ɡˈeɪv ɐ kɹˈaɪ, ænd ðə ɡˈɜːl ʃˈɑːt æt hˌɪm ɐ fɹˈaɪʔn̩d, bᵻwˈɪldɚd ɡlˈæns, ɪnwˌɪtʃ ɐ nˈuː bˈɔːɹn lˈʌv stɹˈʌɡəld wɪð ɐn ˈoʊldɚɹ ɐfˈɛkʃən. "ɐn ɐdvˈɛntʃɚɹˌɛs!" ʃiː ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd, hɜː hˈænd dɹˈɑːpɪŋ, "ˈoʊ, aɪ duːnˌɑːt bᵻlˈiːv ɪt. aɪ kænˈɑːt bᵻlˈiːv ɪt." "juː ʃˌæl bᵻlˈiːv ɪt," sˈɛd nˈɪk, fˈɪɹsli. "hɜː nˈeɪm ɪz nˌɑːt klˈaɪv.