text_original: She was in a flutter of excitement; also she was in a dreadful hurry—and here was her master, talking to a lady! "'Brooke, my boy'"—repeated Mr. Brooke Hoskyn, leading up to his point. "Master—! Master—!" whispered Jane, hoarsely.
text_transcription: SHE WAS IN A FLUTTER OF EXCITEMENT ALSO SHE WAS IN A DREADFUL HURRY AND HERE WAS HER MASTER TALKING TO A LADY BROOK MY BOY REPEATED MISTER BROKOSKIN LEADING UP TO HIS POINT MASTER MASTER WHISPERED JANE HOARSELY
phonemes: ʃiː wʌz ɪn ɐ flˈʌɾɚɹ ʌv ɛksˈaɪtmənt; ˈɔːlsoʊ ʃiː wʌz ɪn ɐ dɹˈɛdfəl hˈɜːɹi—ænd hˈɪɹ wʌz hɜː mˈæstɚ, tˈɔːkɪŋ tʊ ɐ lˈeɪdi! "bɹˈʊk, maɪ bˈɔɪ"—ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn, lˈiːdɪŋ ˌʌp tə hɪz pˈɔɪnt. "mˈæstɚ—! mˈæstɚ—!" wˈɪspɚd dʒˈeɪn, hˈɔːɹsli.