text_original: "Why, my dear creature, everybody knows that he is making an idiot of himself about her. She is riding his hunters to death; and she made an exhibition of herself at the races last Sunday when one of Rutherford's horses won by half a length, putting her arms round the winner's neck and shaking hands with the jockey.
text_transcription: WHY MY DEAR CREATURE EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT HE IS MAKING AN IDIOT OF HIMSELF ABOUT HER SHE IS RIDING HIS HUNTERS TO DEATH AND SHE MADE AN EXHIBITION OF HERSELF AT THE RACES LAST SUNDAY WHEN ONE OF RUTHERFORD'S HORSES WON BY HALF A LENGTH PUTTING HER ARMS ROUND THE WINNER'S NECK AND SHAKING HANDS WITH THE JOCKEY
phonemes: "wˈaɪ, maɪ dˈɪɹ kɹˈiːtʃɚ, ˈɛvɹɪbˌɑːdi nˈoʊz ðæt hiː ɪz mˌeɪkɪŋ ɐn ˈɪdɪət ʌv hɪmsˈɛlf ɐbˈaʊt hɜː. ʃiː ɪz ɹˈaɪdɪŋ hɪz hˈʌntɚz tə dˈɛθ; ænd ʃiː mˌeɪd ɐn ɛksɪbˈɪʃən ʌv hɜːsˈɛlf æt ðə ɹˈeɪsᵻz lˈæst sˈʌndeɪ wɛn wˈʌn ʌv ɹˈʌðɚfɚdz hˈɔːɹsᵻz wˈʌn baɪ hˈæf ɐ lˈɛŋθ, pˈʊɾɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz ɹˈaʊnd ðə wˈɪnɚz nˈɛk ænd ʃˈeɪkɪŋ hˈændz wɪððə dʒˈɑːki.