text_original: "And how if I bring her back with a strapping reiter son in law?" laughed Hugh. "What welcome should the fellow receive?" "That would depend on what he might be," replied Gottfried; and Hugh, his love of tormenting a little allayed by satisfaction in his buff suit, and by an eye to a heavy purse that lay by his brother's hand on the table, added, "Little fear of that. Our fellows would look for lustier brides than yon little pale face. 'Tis whiter than ever this morning,—but no tears. That is my brave girl."
text_transcription: AND HOW IF I BRING HER BACK WITH A STRAPPING WRITER SON IN LAW LAUGHED HUGH WHAT WELCOME SHOULD THE FELLOW RECEIVE THAT WOULD DEPEND ON WHAT HE MIGHT BE REPLIED GODFRIED AND HUGH HIS LOVE OF TORMENTING A LITTLE ALLAYED BY SATISFACTION IN HIS BUFF SUIT AND BY AN EYE TO A HEAVY PURSE THAT LAY BY HIS BROTHER'S HAND ON THE TABLE ADDED LITTLE FEAR OF THAT OUR FELLOWS WOULD LOOK FOR LUSTIER BRIDES THAN YON LITTLE PALE FACE TIS WHITER THAN EVER THIS MORNING BUT NO TEARS THAT IS MY BRAVE GIRL
phonemes: "ænd hˌaʊ ɪf aɪ bɹˈɪŋ hɜː bˈæk wɪð ɐ stɹˈæpɪŋ ɹˌiːˈaɪɾɚ sˈʌn ɪn lˈɔː?" lˈæft hjˈuː. "wˌʌt wˈɛlkʌm ʃˌʊd ðə fˈɛloʊ ɹᵻsˈiːv?" "ðæt wʊd dᵻpˈɛnd ˌɔn wʌt hiː mˌaɪt bˈiː," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ɡˈɑːtfɹid; ænd hjˈuː, hɪz lˈʌv ʌv tɔːɹmˈɛntɪŋ ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɐlˈeɪd baɪ sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən ɪn hɪz bˈʌf sˈuːt, ænd baɪ ɐn ˈaɪ tʊ ɐ hˈɛvi pˈɜːs ðæt lˈeɪ baɪ hɪz bɹˈʌðɚz hˈænd ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl, ˈædᵻd, "lˈɪɾəl fˈɪɹ ʌv ðˈæt. ˌaʊɚ fˈɛloʊz wʊd lˈʊk fɔːɹ lˈʌstiɚ bɹˈaɪdz ðɐn jˈɑːn lˈɪɾəl pˈeɪl fˈeɪs. tˈɪz wˈaɪɾɚ ðɐn ˈɛvɚ ðɪs mˈɔːɹnɪŋ,—bˌʌt nˈoʊ tˈɪɹz. ðæt ɪz maɪ bɹˈeɪv ɡˈɜːl."