text_original: "Most kind of you, to be sure; but—ah—not just now. I left the dear soul asleep, and dreaming of the angels." Miss Ruth turned away disappointed, and her attention was at once diverted by the Eyesore's extraordinary antics.
text_transcription: MOST KIND OF YOU TO BE SURE BUT AH NOT JUST NOW I LEFT THE DEAR SOUL ASLEEP AND DREAMING OF THE ANGELS MISS RUTH TURNED AWAY DISAPPOINTED AND HER ATTENTION WAS AT ONCE DIVERTED BY THE EYESORE'S EXTRAORDINARY ANTICS
phonemes: "mˈoʊst kˈaɪnd ʌv juː, təbi ʃˈʊɹ; bˌʌt—ˈɑː—nˌɑːt dʒˈʌst nˈaʊ. aɪ lˈɛft ðə dˈɪɹ sˈoʊl ɐslˈiːp, ænd dɹˈiːmɪŋ ʌvðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz." mˈɪs ɹˈuːθ tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntᵻd, ænd hɜːɹ ɐtˈɛnʃən wʌz ɐtwˈʌns daɪvˈɜːɾᵻd baɪ ðɪ ˈaɪsɔːɹz ɛkstɹˈɔːɹdɪnˌɛɹi ˈæntɪks.