text_original: "Xelly, my dear," the Signora said, briskly, " I want to have a little serious conversation with you.'' " About what, dear Signora? " 180 Eleanor's victory. " About the future, my love." " The future ! " Eleanor Vane uttered the word almost as if it had been meaningless to her.
text_transcription: NELLIE MY DEAR THE SENORA SAID BRISKLY I WANT TO HAVE A LITTLE SERIOUS CONVERSATION WITH YOU ABOUT WHAT DEAR SENORA ABOUT THE FUTURE MY LOVE THE FUTURE ELINOR VANE UTTERED THE WORD ALMOST AS IF IT HAD BEEN MEANINGLESS TO HER
phonemes: "zˈɛli, maɪ dˈɪɹ," ðə sɪnjˈɔːɹə sˈɛd, bɹˈɪskli, " aɪ wˈɔnt tə hæv ɐ lˈɪɾəl sˈɪɹiəs kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən wɪð juː. " ɐbˌaʊt wˈʌt, dˈɪɹ sɪnjˈɔːɹə? " wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. " ɐbˌaʊt ðə fjˈuːtʃɚ, maɪ lˈʌv." " ðə fjˈuːtʃɚ ! " ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn ˈʌɾɚd ðə wˈɜːd ˈɔːlmoʊst æz ɪf ɪt hɐdbɪn mˈiːnɪŋləs tə hɜː.