text_original: "Dear Doctor Johnson!" cried Marjolaine, laughing, and clapping her hands. Barbara shuddered reminiscently. "But I cannot bear his eye on me! It's like Charles's. And he is moulting—which more than ever increases the resemblance. Oh, Marjory, he looked at me so coldly all the time I was teaching him!" "Never mind how he looked, if he'll only talk!" Barbara embraced her frantically. "How can I ever thank you?"
text_transcription: DEAR DOCTOR JOHNSON CRIED MARGEALINE LAUGHING AND CLAPPING HER HANDS BARBARA SHUDDERED REMINISCENTLY BUT I CANNOT BEAR HIS EYE ON ME IT'S LIKE CHARLES'S AND HE'S MOULTING WHICH MORE THAN EVER INCREASES THE RESEMBLANCE OH MARGERY HE LOOKED AT ME SO COLDLY ALL THE TIME I WAS TEACHING HIM NEVER MIND HOW HE LOOKED IF HE'LL ONLY TALK BARBARA EMBRACED HER FRANTICALLY HOW CAN I EVER THANK YOU
phonemes: "dˈɪɹ dˈɑːktɚ dʒˈɑːnsən!" kɹˈaɪd mˈɑːɹdʒəlˌeɪn, lˈæfɪŋ, ænd klˈæpɪŋ hɜː hˈændz. bˈɑːɹbɚɹə ʃˈʌdɚd ɹˌɛmᵻnˈɪsəntli. "bˌʌt aɪ kænˈɑːt bˈɛɹ hɪz ˈaɪ ˈɔn mˌiː! ɪts lˈaɪk tʃˈɑːɹlzᵻz. ænd hiː ɪz mˈoʊltɪŋ—wˌɪtʃ mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ˈɛvɚɹ ˈɪŋkɹiːsᵻz ðə ɹᵻzˈɛmbləns. ˈoʊ, mˈɑːɹdʒɚɹi, hiː lˈʊkt æt mˌiː sˌoʊ kˈoʊldli ˈɔːl ðə tˈaɪm aɪ wʌz tˈiːtʃɪŋ hˌɪm!" "nˈɛvɚ mˈaɪnd hˌaʊ hiː lˈʊkt, ɪf hiːl ˈoʊnli tˈɔːk!" bˈɑːɹbɚɹə ɛmbɹˈeɪst hɜː fɹˈæntɪkli. "hˌaʊ kæn aɪ ˈɛvɚ θˈæŋk juː?"