text_original: "That is like you," says she gratefully, yet impatiently. "But it isn't enough. I want you to understand that she is quite unlike my own _real_ people  my father, who was like a prince," throwing up her head, "and my uncle, his brother."
text_transcription: THAT IS LIKE YOU SAID SHE GRATEFULLY YET IMPATIENTLY BUT IT ISN'T ENOUGH I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT SHE IS QUITE UNLIKE MY OWN REAL PEOPLE MY FATHER WHO IS LIKE A PRINCE THROWING UP HER HAT AND MY UNCLE HIS BROTHER
phonemes: "ðæt ɪz lˈaɪk juː," sˈɛz ʃiː ɡɹˈeɪtfəli, jˈɛt ɪmpˈeɪʃəntli. "bˌʌt ɪɾ ˌɪzənt ɪnˈʌf. aɪ wˈɔnt juː tʊ ˌʌndɚstˈænd ðæt ʃiː ɪz kwˈaɪt ʌnlˈaɪk maɪ ˈoʊn ɹˈiːəl pˈiːpəl maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, hˌuː wʌz lˈaɪk ɐ pɹˈɪns," θɹˈoʊɪŋ ˌʌp hɜː hˈɛd, "ænd maɪ ˈʌŋkəl, hɪz bɹˈʌðɚ."