text_original: Here are you," she continued, taking up with an impatient gesture a small book bound in red calico, which was lying on the table, "reading a ninepenny translation of ' Epictetus,' when I'll be bound you can't make a pudding properly without it i catch  ing ' — or whatever the cook calls it."
text_transcription: HERE ARE YOU SHE CONTINUED TAKING UP WITH AN IMPATIENT GESTURE A SMALL BOUND BOOK IN RED CALICO WHICH WAS LYING ON THE TABLE READING A NINE PENNY TRANSLATION OF EPICTECHES WHEN I'LL BE BOUND YOU CAN'T MAKE A PUDDING PROPERLY WITHOUT CATCHING IT OR WHATEVER THE COOK CALLS IT
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɑːɹ juː," ʃiː kəntˈɪnjuːd, tˈeɪkɪŋ ˌʌp wɪð ɐn ɪmpˈeɪʃənt dʒˈɛstʃɚɹ ɐ smˈɔːl bˈʊk bˈaʊnd ɪn ɹˈɛd kˈælɪkˌoʊ, wˌɪtʃ wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl, "ɹˈiːdɪŋ ɐ nˈaɪnpɛni tɹænslˈeɪʃən ʌv ˈɛpɪktˌɛɾəs,wˌɛn aɪl biː bˈaʊnd juː kˈænt mˌeɪk ɐ pˈʊdɪŋ pɹˈɑːpɚli wɪðˌaʊt ɪɾ ˈaɪ kˈætʃ ˈɪŋ — ɔːɹ wʌtˈɛvɚ ðə kˈʊk kˈɔːlz ɪt."