text_original: Is _that_ true?" turning, unabashed to Dysart. "She's expected at the Castle, next week. You shall come up and judge for yourself," says he, laughing. "And," turning to Joyce, "you will come, too, I hope." "It is manners to wait to be asked," returns she, smiling. "Oh, as for that," says he, "Lady Baltimore crossed last night with me and her husband. And here is a letter for you." He pulls a note of the cocked hat order out of one of his pockets.
text_transcription: IS THAT TRUE TURNING UNABASHED TO DESERT SHE'S EXPECTED AT THE CASTLE NEXT WEEK YOU SHALL COME UP AND JUDGE FOR YOURSELF SAYS HE LAUGHING AND TURNING TO JOYCE YOU WILL COME TOO I HOPE IT IS MENACE TO WAIT TO BE ASKED RETURNED SHE SMILING OH AS FOR THAT SAYS HE LADY BALTIMORE CROSSED LAST NIGHT WITH ME AND HER HUSBAND AND HERE IS A LETTER FOR YOU HE PULLS A NOTE OF THE COCKED HEAD ORDER OUT OF ONE OF HIS POCKETS
phonemes: ɪz ðæt tɹˈuː?" tˈɜːnɪŋ, ˌʌnɐbˈæʃt tə dˈaɪsɑːɹt. "ʃiːz ɛkspˈɛktᵻd æt ðə kˈæsəl, nˈɛkst wˈiːk. juː ʃˌæl kˈʌm ˌʌp ænd dʒˈʌdʒ fɔːɹ jɔːɹsˈɛlf," sˈɛz hiː, lˈæfɪŋ. "ænd," tˈɜːnɪŋ tə dʒˈɔɪs, "juː wɪl kˈʌm, tˈuː, aɪ hˈoʊp." "ɪɾ ɪz mˈænɚz tə wˈeɪt təbi ˈæskt," ɹᵻtˈɜːnz ʃiː, smˈaɪlɪŋ. "ˈoʊ, æz fɔːɹ ðˈæt," sˈɛz hiː, "lˈeɪdi bˈɔltɪmˌɔːɹ kɹˈɔst lˈæst nˈaɪt wɪð mˌiː ænd hɜː hˈʌsbənd. ænd hˈɪɹ ɪz ɐ lˈɛɾɚ fɔːɹ juː." hiː pˈʊlz ɐ nˈoʊt ʌvðə kˈɑːkt hˈæt ˈɔːɹdɚɹ ˌaʊɾəv wˈʌn ʌv hɪz pˈɑːkɪts.