text_original: "I suppose that white rag of a woman is jealous," she thought; but she had just so much womanly pride left in her as to refrain from asking Claude Rutherford why his wife ignored her. Lady Susan had not even spoken of Mrs. Bellenden after the night when she had delivered herself of a friendly warning. But although she did not talk to Vera of the siren, she had plenty to say to other people about her, and plenty to hear.
text_transcription: I SUPPOSE THAT WHITE RAG OF A WOMAN IS JEALOUS SHE THOUGHT BUT SHE HAD JUST SO MUCH WOMANLY PRIDE LEFT IN HER AS TO REFRAIN FROM ASKING TOWARD RUTHERFORD WHY HIS WIFE IGNORED HER LADY SUSAN HAD NOT EVEN SPOKEN OF MISSUS BELLINGTON AFTER THE NIGHT WHEN SHE HAD DELIVERED HERSELF OF A FRIENDLY WARNING BUT ALTHOUGH SHE DID NOT TALK TO VERA OF THE SIREN SHE HAD PLENTY TO SAY TO OTHER PEOPLE ABOUT HER AND PLENTY TO HEAR
phonemes: "aɪ səpˈoʊz ðæt wˈaɪt ɹˈæɡ əvə wˈʊmən ɪz dʒˈɛləs," ʃiː θˈɔːt; bˌʌt ʃiː hæd dʒˈʌst sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ wˈʊmənli pɹˈaɪd lˈɛft ɪn hɜːɹ æz tə ɹᵻfɹˈeɪn fɹʌm ˈæskɪŋ klˈɔːd ɹˈʌðɚfɚd wˌaɪ hɪz wˈaɪf ɪɡnˈɔːɹd hɜː. lˈeɪdi sˈuːzən hæd nˌɑːt ˈiːvən spˈoʊkən ʌv mˈɪsɪz. bˈɛlɛndən ˈæftɚ ðə nˈaɪt wɛn ʃiː hæd dᵻlˈɪvɚd hɜːsˈɛlf əvə fɹˈɛndli wˈɔːɹnɪŋ. bˌʌt ɔːlðˈoʊ ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt tˈɔːk tə vˈiəɹə ʌvðə sˈaɪɹən, ʃiː hæd plˈɛnti tə sˈeɪ tʊ ˈʌðɚ pˈiːpəl ɐbˈaʊt hɜː, ænd plˈɛnti tə hˈɪɹ.