text_original: "What yo' want, Marse?" The woman's voice astonished me, for she spoke the dialect of the American tide water. "I should like to see Mrs. Clive," I answered. The door closed a shade. "Mistis sick, she ain't see nobody," said the woman.
text_transcription: WHAT YE WANT MOSS THE WOMAN'S VOICE ASTONISHED ME FOR SHE SPOKE THE DIALECT OF THE AMERICAN TIDEWATER I SHOULD LIKE TO SEE MISSUS CLIVE I ANSWERED THE DOOR CLOSED A SHADE MISS TIS SICK SHE AIN'T SEE NOBODY SAID THE WOMAN
phonemes: "wˌʌt jˈoʊ wˈɔnt, mˈɑːɹs?" ðə wˈʊmənz vˈɔɪs ɐstˈɑːnɪʃt mˌiː, fɔːɹ ʃiː spˈoʊk ðə dˈaɪəlɛkt ʌvðɪ ɐmˈɛɹɪkən tˈaɪd wˈɔːɾɚ. "aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈaɪk tə sˈiː mˈɪsɪz. klˈaɪv," aɪ ˈænsɚd. ðə dˈɔːɹ klˈoʊzd ɐ ʃˈeɪd. "mˈɪstiz sˈɪk, ʃiː ˈeɪnt sˈiː nˈoʊbɑːdi," sˈɛd ðə wˈʊmən.