text_original: cried Marjory. "It's no use." She turned to him with pretty appeal. "Don't ask me, will you?" Then she went on in a tone of middle aged common sense: "Besides, we can't be married at once. In your stupid England, the parson has to ask the congregation three times whether they have any objection. As if they could n't make up their minds the first time! and as if it was any of their business at all!"
text_transcription: CRIED MARJORIE IT'S NO USE SHE TURNED TO HIM WITH PRETTY APPEAL DON'T ASK ME WILL YOU THEN SHE WENT ON IN A TONE OF MIDDLE AGED COMMON SENSE BESIDES WE CAN'T BE MARRIED AT ONCE IN YOUR STUPID ENGLAND THE PARSON HAS TO ASK THE CONGREGATION THREE TIMES WHETHER THEY HAVE ANY OBJECTION AS IF THEY COULDN'T MAKE UP THEIR MINDS THE FIRST TIME AND AS IF IT WAS ANY OF THEIR BUSINESS AT ALL
phonemes: kɹˈaɪd mˈɑːɹdʒɚɹi. "ɪts nˈoʊ jˈuːs." ʃiː tˈɜːnd tə hˌɪm wɪð pɹˈɪɾi ɐpˈiːl. "dˈoʊnt ˈæsk mˌiː, wˈɪl juː?" ðˈɛn ʃiː wɛnt ˌɔn ɪn ɐ tˈoʊn ʌv mˈɪdəl ˈeɪdʒd kˈɑːmən sˈɛns: "bᵻsˈaɪdz, wiː kˈænt biː mˈæɹid ɐtwˈʌns. ɪn jʊɹ stˈuːpɪd ˈɪŋɡlənd, ðə pˈɑːɹsən hɐz tʊ ˈæsk ðə kˌɑːŋɡɹɪɡˈeɪʃən θɹˈiː tˈaɪmz wˈɛðɚ ðeɪ hæv ˌɛni ɑːbdʒˈɛkʃən. æz ɪf ðeɪ kʊd ˈɛnt mˌeɪk ˌʌp ðɛɹ mˈaɪndz ðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm! ænd æz ɪf ɪt wʌz ˌɛni ʌv ðɛɹ bˈɪznəs æɾ ˈɔːl!"