text_original: They be all prating of the generosity of Joses to day. 'Such a man! So holy!' they cry. To morrow they shall speak of us also; what we shall give will be much more than his paltry bit of silver." And the woman tossed her head. "Well, I will give it."
text_transcription: THEY BE ALL PRATING OF THE GENEROSITY OF JOSEPH TO DAY SUCH A MAN SO HOLY THEY CRY TO MORROW THEY SHALL SPEAK OF US ALSO WHAT SHALL WE GIVE WILL BE MUCH MORE THAN HIS PALTRY BIT OF SILVER AND THE WOMAN TOSSED HER HEAD WELL I WILL GIVE IT
phonemes: ðeɪ biː ˈɔːl pɹˈeɪɾɪŋ ʌvðə dʒˌɛnɚɹˈɔsᵻɾi ʌv hoʊsˈeɪᵻz tə dˈeɪ. sˈʌtʃ ɐ mˈæn! sˌoʊ hˈoʊli!ðeɪ kɹˈaɪ. tə mˈɑːɹoʊ ðeɪ ʃˌæl spˈiːk ʌv ˌʌs ˈɔːlsoʊ; wˌʌt wiːʃˌɐl ɡˈɪv wɪl biː mˈʌtʃ mˈɔːɹ ðɐn hɪz pˈɔːltɹi bˈɪt ʌv sˈɪlvɚ." ænd ðə wˈʊmən tˈɔst hɜː hˈɛd. "wˈɛl, aɪ wɪl ɡˈɪv ɪt."