text_original: ' Oh, now you are dropping into poetry, like Mr. Wegg, and I must go to bed,' she retorted, with good humoured petulance, cheered by his kindness. ' Good night, Edgar. You are always good to me. I shall always like you,' she said gently.
text_transcription: OH NOW YOU ARE DROPPING INTO POETRY LIKE MISTER WEGG AND I MUST GO TO BED SHE RETORTED WITH GOOD HUMOURED PETULANCE CHEERED BY HIS KINDNESS GOOD NIGHT EDGAR YOU ARE ALWAYS GOOD TO ME I SHALL ALWAYS LIKE YOU SHE SAID GENTLY
phonemes: ˈoʊ, nˈaʊ juː ɑːɹ dɹˈɑːpɪŋ ˌɪntʊ pˈoʊɪtɹi, lˈaɪk mˈɪstɚ. wˈɛɡ, ænd aɪ mˈʌst ɡˌoʊ tə bˈɛd,ʃiː ɹᵻtˈɔːɹɾᵻd, wɪð ɡˈʊd hjˈuːmɚd pˈɛtʃələns, tʃˈɪɹd baɪ hɪz kˈaɪndnəs. ɡˈʊd nˈaɪt, ˈɛdɡɚ. juː ɑːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz ɡˈʊd tə mˌiː. aɪʃˌɐl ˈɔːlweɪz lˈaɪk juː,ʃiː sˈɛd dʒˈɛntli.