text_original: "My dear Jack Rattle!" replied she, running into his arms, "is it you? Then Weazel may go to hell for a dinner—I shall dine with you."
text_transcription: MY DEAR JACK RATTLE REPLIED SHE RUNNING INTO HIS ARMS IS IT YOU THEN WE SHALL MAY GO TO HELL FOR A DINNER I SHALL DINE WITH YOU
phonemes: "maɪ dˈɪɹ dʒˈæk ɹˈæɾəl!" ɹᵻplˈaɪd ʃiː, ɹˈʌnɪŋ ˌɪntʊ hɪz ˈɑːɹmz, "ɪz ɪt juː? ðˈɛn wˈiːzəl mˈeɪ ɡˌoʊ tə hˈɛl fɚɹə dˈɪnɚ—aɪʃˌɐl dˈaɪn wɪð juː."