text_original: And forsooth, you look at a backwoods urchin, and are nigh to swooning." "Hush, Harry," she cried, starting forward and peering into my face; "he will hear you." "Tut!" said Harry, "what if he does?
text_transcription: AND FORSOOTH YOU LOOK AT A BACKWOODS URCHIN AND ARE NIGH TO SWOONING HUSH HARRY SHE CRIED STARTING FORWARD AND PEERING INTO MY FACE HE WILL HEAR YOU TUT SAID HARRY WHAT IF HE DOES
phonemes: ænd fɔːɹsˈuːð, juː lˈʊk æɾə bˈækwʊdz ˈɜːtʃɪn, ænd ɑːɹ nˈaɪ tə swˈuːnɪŋ." "hˈʌʃ, hˈæɹi," ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ fˈɔːɹwɚd ænd pˈɪɹɪŋ ˌɪntʊ maɪ fˈeɪs; "hiː wɪl hˈɪɹ juː." "tˈʌt!" sˈɛd hˈæɹi, "wˌʌt ɪf hiː dˈʌz?