text_original: "Harry," she said, "do you remember all our contrivances? How you used to hold my hand in the garden under the table, while I talked brazenly to Mr. Mason? And how jealous Jack Temple used to get?" She laughed again, softly, always looking at the fire.
text_transcription: HARRY SHE SAID DO YOU REMEMBER ALL OUR CONTRIVANCES HOW YOU USED TO HOLD MY HAND IN THE GARDEN UNDER THE TABLE WHILE I TALKED BRAZENLY TO MISTER MASON AND HOW JEALOUS JACK TEMPLE USED TO GET SHE LAUGHED AGAIN SOFTLY ALWAYS LOOKING AT THE FIRE
phonemes: "hˈæɹi," ʃiː sˈɛd, "dˈuː juː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ kəntɹˈaɪvənsᵻz? hˌaʊ juː jˈuːzd tə hˈoʊld maɪ hˈænd ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ˌʌndɚ ðə tˈeɪbəl, wˌaɪl aɪ tˈɔːkt bɹˈeɪzənli tə mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪsən? ænd hˌaʊ dʒˈɛləs dʒˈæk tˈɛmpəl jˈuːzd tə ɡˈɛt?" ʃiː lˈæft ɐɡˈɛn, sˈɔftli, ˈɔːlweɪz lˈʊkɪŋ æt ðə fˈaɪɚ.