text_original: Nick made another bow, worthy of Versailles, and she gave a frightened little laugh. "You are English, Messieurs  yes?" she ventured. "We were once!" cried Nick, "but we have changed, Mademoiselle." "Et quoi donc?" relapsing into her own language. "Americans," said he.
text_transcription: NICK MADE ANOTHER BOW WORTHY OF VERSAILLES AND SHE GAVE A FRIGHTENED LITTLE LAUGH YOU ARE ENGLISH MESSIEURS YES SHE VENTURED WE WERE ONCE CRIED NICK BUT WE HAVE CHANGED MADEMOISELLE EQUADON RELAPSING INTO HER OWN LANGUAGE AMERICANS SAID HE
phonemes: nˈɪk mˌeɪd ɐnˈʌðɚ bˈoʊ, wˈɜːði ʌv vˈɜːseɪlz, ænd ʃiː ɡˈeɪv ɐ fɹˈaɪʔn̩d lˈɪɾəl lˈæf. "juː ɑːɹ ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ, mˈɛsɪˌɜːz jˈɛs?" ʃiː vˈɛntʃɚd. "wiː wɜː wˈʌns!" kɹˈaɪd nˈɪk, "bˌʌt wiː hæv tʃˈeɪndʒd, mˈædəməzˌɛl." "ˈɛt kwˈɑː dˈɑːŋk?" ɹᵻlˈæpsɪŋ ˌɪntʊ hɜːɹ ˈoʊn lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ. "ɐmˈɛɹɪkənz," sˈɛd hiː.