text_original: "What would you with Christina, brother?" gravely asked Master Gottfried, seating himself on the opposite side of the stove, while out of sight the frightened girl herself knelt on the floor, her head on her aunt's knees, trying to derive comfort from Dame Johanna's clasping hands, and vehement murmurs that they would not let their child be taken from them. Alas! these assurances were little in accordance with Hugh's rough reply, "And what is it to you what I do with mine own?" "Only this, that, having bred her up as my child and intended heiress, I might have some voice."
text_transcription: WHAT WOULD YOU WITH CHRISTINA BROTHER GRAVELY ASKED MASTER GODFREY SEATING HIMSELF ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE STOVE WHILE OUT OF SIGHT THE FRIGHTENED GIRL HERSELF KNELT ON THE FLOOR HER HEAD ON HER AUNT'S KNEES TRYING TO DERIVE COMFORT FROM DAME JOANNA'S CLASPING HANDS AND VEHEMENT MURMURS THAT THEY WOULD NOT LET THEIR CHILD BE TAKEN FROM THEM ALAS THESE ASSURANCES WERE LITTLE IN ACCORDANCE WITH HUGH'S ROUGH REPLY AND WHAT IS IT TO YOU WHAT I DO WITH MINE OWN ONLY THIS THAT HAVING BRED HER UP AS MY CHILD AND INTENDED HEIRESS I MIGHT HAVE SOME VOICE
phonemes: "wˌʌt wʊd juː wɪð kɹɪstˈiːnə, bɹˈʌðɚ?" ɡɹˈeɪvli ˈæskt mˈæstɚ ɡˈɑːtfɹid, sˈiːɾɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ɔnðɪ ˈɑːpəzˌɪt sˈaɪd ʌvðə stˈoʊv, wˌaɪl ˌaʊɾəv sˈaɪt ðə fɹˈaɪʔn̩d ɡˈɜːl hɜːsˈɛlf nˈɛlt ɔnðə flˈɔːɹ, hɜː hˈɛd ˌɔn hɜːɹ ˈænts nˈiːz, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə dᵻɹˈaɪv kˈʌmfɚt fɹʌm dˈeɪm dʒoʊhˈænəz klˈæspɪŋ hˈændz, ænd vˈiəmənt mˈɜːmɚz ðæt ðeɪ wʊd nˌɑːt lˈɛt ðɛɹ tʃˈaɪld biː tˈeɪkən fɹʌm ðˌɛm. ɐlˈæs! ðiːz əʃˈʊɹɹənsᵻz wɜː lˈɪɾəl ɪn ɐkˈɔːɹdəns wɪð hjˈuːz ɹˈʌf ɹᵻplˈaɪ, "ænd wʌt ɪz ɪt tə juː wʌt aɪ dˈuː wɪð mˈaɪn ˈoʊn?" "ˈoʊnli ðˈɪs, ðˈæt, hˌævɪŋ bɹˈɛd hɜːɹ ˌʌp æz maɪ tʃˈaɪld ænd ɪntˈɛndᵻd ˈɛɹɛs, aɪ mˌaɪthɐv sˌʌm vˈɔɪs."