text_original: "Thou wouldst have remained there till the day of thy death, no doubt," with superb scorn, "but not so Joseph; he    " "I am drowsy, little one; Sechet rages fiercely in the heavens; let us leave the tale till to morrow," said Seth in a smothered voice. Anat touched his cheek with a cautious forefinger. "It is true, thy flesh hath over much heat.
text_transcription: THOU WOULDST HAVE REMAINED THERE TILL THE DAY OF THY DEATH NO DOUBT WITH SUPERB SCORN BUT NOT SO JOSEPH HE I AM DROWSY LITTLE ONE SECHETTE RAGES FIERCELY IN THE HEAVENS LET US LEAVE THE TALE TILL TO MORROW SAID SETH IN A SMOTHERED VOICE ANNETTE TOUCHED HIS CHEEK WITH A CAUTIOUS FOREFINGER IT IS TRUE THY FLESH HATH OVER MUCH HEAT
phonemes: "ðˈaʊ wʊdst hæv ɹᵻmˈeɪnd ðɛɹ tˈɪl ðə dˈeɪ ʌv ðˌaɪ dˈɛθ, nˈoʊ dˈaʊt," wɪð suːpˈɜːb skˈɔːɹn, "bˌʌt nˌɑːt sˌoʊ dʒˈoʊsəf; hiː    " "aɪɐm dɹˈaʊsi, lˈɪɾəl wˌʌn; sˈɛtʃɪt ɹˈeɪdʒᵻz fˈɪɹsli ɪnðə hˈɛvənz; lˈɛt ˌʌs lˈiːv ðə tˈeɪl tˈɪl tə mˈɑːɹoʊ," sˈɛd sˈɛθ ɪn ɐ smˈʌðɚd vˈɔɪs. ˈænæt tˈʌtʃt hɪz tʃˈiːk wɪð ɐ kˈɔːʃəs fˈɔːɹfɪŋɡɚ. "ɪɾ ɪz tɹˈuː, ðˌaɪ flˈɛʃ hæθ ˌoʊvɚ mˈʌtʃ hˈiːt.