text_original: " Perhaps. I have not come home to wait for a dead man's shoes, Mr. Monckton." Mrs. Darrell had been listening to this conver  sation, with her watchful eyes fixed upon Gilbert the lawyer's suspicion. 305 Monckton's face. She spoke now for the first time.
text_transcription: PERHAPS I HAVE NOT COME HOME TO WAIT FOR A DEAD MAN'S SHOES MISTER MUNCTON MISSUS DARRELL HAD BEEN LISTENING TO THIS CONVERSATION WITH HER WATCHFUL EYES FIXED UPON GILBERT MUNTON'S FACE SHE SPOKE NOW FOR THE FIRST TIME
phonemes: " pɚhˈæps. aɪ hɐvnˌɑːt kˈʌm hˈoʊm tə wˈeɪt fɚɹə dˈɛd mˈænz ʃˈuːz, mˈɪstɚ. mˈɔŋktən." mˈɪsɪz. dˈæɹəl hɐdbɪn lˈɪsənɪŋ tə ðɪs kənvˈɜː sˈeɪʃən, wɪð hɜː wˈɑːtʃfəl ˈaɪz fˈɪkst əpˌɑːn ɡˈɪlbɚt ðə lˈɔɪɚz səspˈɪʃən. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈaɪv mˈɔŋktənz fˈeɪs. ʃiː spˈoʊk nˈaʊ fɚðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm.