text_original: —"So much the better for you," cried mine hostess, "for that side is all your own." The quaker was not so much disconcerted by the quickness of this repartee, but that he answered with great deliberation, "I thank thee for thy love, but will not profit by thy loss, especially as I like not the savour of these outlandish fowls; they are profane birds of passage, relished only by the children of vanity, like thee."
text_transcription: SO MUCH THE BETTER FOR YOU CRIED MINE HOSTESS FOR THAT SIDE IS ALL YOU OWN THE QUAKER WAS NOT SO MUCH DISCONCERTED BY THE QUICKNESS OF THIS REPARTEE BUT THAT HE ANSWERED WITH GREAT DELIBERATION I THANK THEE FOR THY LOVE BUT I WILL NOT PROFIT BY THY LOSS ESPECIALLY AS I LIKE NOT THE SAVOUR OF THESE OUTLANDISH FOWLS THEY ARE PROFANE BIRDS OF PASSAGE RELISHED ONLY BY THE CHILDREN OF VANITY LIKE THEE
phonemes: —"sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ðə bˈɛɾɚ fɔːɹ juː," kɹˈaɪd mˈaɪn hˈoʊstɛs, "fɔːɹ ðæt sˈaɪd ɪz ˈɔːl jʊɹ ˈoʊn." ðə kwˈeɪkɚ wʌz nˌɑːt sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ dɪskənsˈɜːɾᵻd baɪ ðə kwˈɪknəs ʌv ðɪs ɹˌɛpɑːɹtˈeɪ, bˌʌt ðæt hiː ˈænsɚd wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt dᵻlˌɪbɚɹˈeɪʃən, "aɪ θˈæŋk ðiː fɔːɹ ðˌaɪ lˈʌv, bˌʌt wɪl nˌɑːt pɹˈɑːfɪt baɪ ðˌaɪ lˈɔs, ɪspˈɛʃəli æz aɪ lˈaɪk nˌɑːt ðə sˈeɪvɚɹ ʌv ðiːz aʊtlˈændɪʃ fˈaʊlz; ðeɪ ɑːɹ pɹəfˈeɪn bˈɜːdz ʌv pˈæsɪdʒ, ɹˈɛlɪʃt ˈoʊnli baɪ ðə tʃˈɪldɹən ʌv vˈænᵻɾi, lˈaɪk ðˈiː."