text_original: ' Daphne,' said someone close at her side, in a tone of friend  liest concern, 'I'm afraid you're really tired.' It was Edgar Turchill, who had followed her through the conservatory. ' Tired ! l\ot at all. I would play against you again to  night — and beat you — if it were not too late.' 'Yeve Me my Deth, or that I have a Shame.'' 131 ' But I am sure you are tired ; there is a something in your voice — strained, unnatural. Have you been vexed to day?
text_transcription: DAPHNE SAID SOME ONE CLOSE AT HER SIDE IN A TONE OF FRIENDLIEST CONCERN I AM AFRAID YOU'RE REALLY TIRED IT WAS EDGAR CHURCHILL WHO HAD FOLLOWED HER THROUGH THE CONSERVATORY TIRED NOT AT ALL I WOULD PLAY AGAINST YOU AGAIN TO NIGHT AND BEAT YOU IF IT WERE NOT TOO LATE BUT I AM SURE YOU ARE TIRED THERE IS SOMETHING IN YOUR VOICE STRAINED UNNATURAL HAVE YOU BEEN VEXED TO DAY
phonemes: dˈæfni,sˈɛd sˈʌmwʌn klˈoʊs æt hɜː sˈaɪd, ɪn ɐ tˈoʊn ʌv fɹˈɛnd lˈiːst kənsˈɜːn, aɪm ɐfɹˈeɪd jʊɹ ɹˈiəli tˈaɪɚd.ɪt wʌz ˈɛdɡɚ tˈɜːtʃɪl, hˌuː hæd fˈɑːloʊd hɜː θɹuː ðə kənsˈɜːvətˌɔːɹi. tˈaɪɚd ! ˈɛl bˈækslæʃ ˈɑːt æɾ ˈɔːl. aɪ wʊd plˈeɪ ɐɡˈɛnst juː ɐɡˈɛn tə nˈaɪt — ænd bˈiːt juː — ɪf ɪt wɜː nˌɑːt tˈuː lˈeɪt.jˈɛv mˌiː maɪ dˈɛθ, ɔːɹ ðæt aɪ hæv ɐ ʃˈeɪm.wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn bˌʌt aɪɐm ʃˈʊɹ juː ɑːɹ tˈaɪɚd ; ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ sˈʌmθɪŋ ɪn jʊɹ vˈɔɪs — stɹˈeɪnd, ʌnnˈætʃɚɹəl. hæv juː bˌɪn vˈɛkst tə dˈeɪ?