text_original: " But, Lord bless you, aunty, we won't let her go," cried Mr. Thornton; "we'll make a prima donna or a leading tragedy actress, or something MRS. BANNISTER HOLDS OUT A HELPING HAND. 197 of that kind, of her. We'll teach her to make a hundred pounds a week out of her white arms and her flashing grey eyes.
text_transcription: BUT LORD BLESS YOU AUNTIE WE WON'T LET HER GO CRIED MISTER THORNTON WE'LL MAKE A PRIMA DONNA OR A LEADING TRAGEDY ACTRESS OR SOMETHING OF THAT KIND OF HER WE'LL TEACH HER TO MAKE A HUNDRED POUNDS A WEEK OUT OF HER WHITE ARMS AND HER FLASHING GRAY EYES
phonemes: " bˌʌt, lˈɔːɹd blˈɛs juː, ˈænti, wiː woʊnt lˈɛt hɜː ɡˈoʊ," kɹˈaɪd mˈɪstɚ. θˈɔːɹntən; "wiːl mˌeɪk ɐ pɹˈiːmə dˈɑːnə ɔːɹ ɐ lˈiːdɪŋ tɹˈædʒədi ˈæktɹəs, ɔːɹ sˈʌmθɪŋ mˈɪsɪz. bˈænɪstɚ hˈoʊldz ˈaʊt ɐ hˈɛlpɪŋ hˈænd. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti sˈɛvən ʌv ðæt kˈaɪnd, ʌv hɜː. wiːl tˈiːtʃ hɜː tə mˌeɪk ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd pˈaʊndz ɐ wˈiːk ˌaʊɾəv hɜː wˈaɪt ˈɑːɹmz ænd hɜː flˈæʃɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪ ˈaɪz.