text_original: "Do you ever feel any envy now, mamma?" said Lucy. "I cannot say that I never feel it, my dear; but I bless God that this wicked passion has not the power over me which it used to have." "Oh, mamma, mamma!" said Lucy, "how unhappy wickedness makes us! I have been very miserable this morning; and what for? only because of the naughtiness of my heart, for I have had nothing else to make me miserable."
text_transcription: DO YOU EVER FEEL ANY ENVY NOW MAMMA SAID LUCY I CANNOT SAY THAT I NEVER FEEL IT MY DEAR BUT I BLESS GOD THAT THIS WICKED PASSION IS NOT THE POWER OVER ME WHICH IT USED TO HAVE OH MAMMA MAMMA SAID LUCY HOW UNHAPPY WICKEDNESS MAKES US I HAVE BEEN VERY MISERABLE THIS MORNING AND WHAT FOR ONLY BECAUSE OF THE NAUGHTINESS OF MY HEART FOR I HAVE HAD NOTHING ELSE TO MAKE ME MISERABLE
phonemes: "dˈuː juː ˈɛvɚ fˈiːl ˌɛni ˈɛnvi nˈaʊ, mˈæmə?" sˈɛd lˈuːsi. "aɪ kænˈɑːt sˈeɪ ðæt aɪ nˈɛvɚ fˈiːl ɪt, maɪ dˈɪɹ; bˌʌt aɪ blˈɛs ɡˈɑːd ðæt ðɪs wˈɪkᵻd pˈæʃən həznɑːt ðə pˈaʊɚɹ ˌoʊvɚ mˌiː wˌɪtʃ ɪt jˈuːzd tə hˈæv." "ˈoʊ, mˈæmə, mˈæmə!" sˈɛd lˈuːsi, "hˌaʊ ʌnhˈæpi wˈɪkᵻdnəs mˈeɪks ˌʌs! aɪ hɐvbɪn vˈɛɹi mˈɪzɹəbəl ðɪs mˈɔːɹnɪŋ; ænd wˈʌt fɔːɹ? ˈoʊnli bɪkˈʌz ʌvðə nˈɔːtinəs ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt, fɔːɹ aɪ hæv hæd nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls tə mˌeɪk mˌiː mˈɪzɹəbəl."