text_original: Miss Ben  nett's and Brixton, indeed ! " cried Richard, snapping his fingers contemptuously, " you could no more chain that girl down to a governess's drudgery, than you could make a flash of forked lightning do duty for a farthing candle."'
text_transcription: MISS BENNETS AND BRIXTON INDEED CRIED RICHARD SNAPPING HIS FINGERS CONTEMPTUOUSLY YOU COULD NO MORE CHAIN THAT GIRL DOWN TO A GOVERNESS'S DRUDGERY THAN YOU COULD MAKE A FLASH OF FORKED LIGHTNING DO DUTY FOR A FARTHING CANDLE
phonemes: mˈɪs bˈɛn nˈɛts ænd bɹˈɪkstən, ˌɪndˈiːd ! " kɹˈaɪd ɹˈɪtʃɚd, snˈæpɪŋ hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz kəntˈɛmptʃuːəsli, " juː kʊd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ tʃˈeɪn ðæt ɡˈɜːl dˌaʊn tʊ ɐ ɡˈʌvɚnˌɛsᵻz dɹˈʌdʒɹi, ðɐn juː kʊd mˌeɪk ɐ flˈæʃ ʌv fˈɔːɹkt lˈaɪtnɪŋ dˈuː dˈuːɾi fɚɹə fˈɑːɹθɪŋ kˈændəl."