text_original: Still clinging to him, she went on. "He told me that Aimu is a devil, Hale. He showed me his hands and asked me if I could ever get used to them and be  his squaw." The round gold breastplates and the necklace of painted seeds clinked together over her panting bosom.
text_transcription: STILL CLINGING TO HIM SHE WENT ON HE TOLD ME THAT EH WAS A DEVIL HALE HE SHOWED ME HIS HANDS AND ASKED ME IF I COULD EVER GET USED TO THEM AND BE HIS SQUAW THE ROUND GOLD BREASTPLATES AND THE NECKLACE OF PAINTED SEEDS CLICKED TOGETHER OVER HER PANTING BOSOM
phonemes: stˈɪl klˈɪŋɪŋ tə hˌɪm, ʃiː wɛnt ˈɔn. "hiː tˈoʊld mˌiː ðæt ˈeɪmuː ɪz ɐ dˈɛvəl, hˈeɪl. hiː ʃˈoʊd mˌiː hɪz hˈændz ænd ˈæskt mˌiː ɪf aɪ kʊd ˈɛvɚ ɡɛt jˈuːzd tə ðˌɛm ænd biː hɪz skwˈɔː." ðə ɹˈaʊnd ɡˈoʊld bɹˈɛstpleɪts ænd ðə nˈɛkləs ʌv pˈeɪntᵻd sˈiːdz klˈɪŋkt təɡˌɛðɚɹ ˌoʊvɚ hɜː pˈæntɪŋ bˈʊzəm.