text_original: Poor Mrs. Poskett's nerves were completely shattered, and she was trying to drink tea out of her empty cup. Ruth came and sat beside her. "We shall break the Admiral down, yet, my dear. His temper is all due to conscience."
text_transcription: POOR MISSUS POSITT'S NERVES WERE COMPLETELY SHATTERED AND SHE WAS TRYING TO DRINK TEA OUT OF HER EMPTY CUP RUTH CAME AND SAT BESIDE HER WE SHALL BREAK THE ADMIRAL DOWN YET MY DEAR HIS TEMPER IS ALL DUE TO CONSCIENCE
phonemes: pˈʊɹ mˈɪsɪz. pˈɑːskɪts nˈɜːvz wɜː kəmplˈiːtli ʃˈæɾɚd, ænd ʃiː wʌz tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə dɹˈɪŋk tˈiː ˌaʊɾəv hɜːɹ ˈɛmpti kˈʌp. ɹˈuːθ kˈeɪm ænd sˈæt bᵻsˈaɪd hɜː. "wiːʃˌɐl bɹˈeɪk ðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəl dˈaʊn, jˈɛt, maɪ dˈɪɹ. hɪz tˈɛmpɚɹ ɪz ˈɔːl dˈuː tə kˈɑːnʃəns."