text_original: One of those sweet young Bersaglieri told me that your husband's father made a man fight a duel to the death with him in one of those weird upper rooms; and that the stamping of their feet and the rattle of their rapiers is heard at a quarter past two on every fifteenth of November. When I heard the story I felt rather glad I did not come to you till December. Aren't you pleased to be home, Vera, in these cosy drawing rooms?"
text_transcription: ONE OF THOSE SWEET YOUNG BERSAL GLIERI TOLD ME THAT YOUR HUSBAND'S FATHER MADE A MAN FIGHT A DUEL TO DEATH WITH HIM IN ONE OF THOSE WEIRD UPPER ROOMS AND THAT THE STAMPING OF THEIR FEET AND THE RATTLE OF THEIR RAPIERS IS HEARD AT A QUARTER PAST TWO ON EVERY FIFTEENTH OF NOVEMBER WHEN I HEARD THE STORY I FELT RATHER GLAD I DID NOT COME TO YOU TILL DECEMBER AREN'T YOU PLEASED TO BE HOME VERA IN THESE COSY DRAWING ROOMS
phonemes: wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz swˈiːt jˈʌŋ bɚsˈæɡlɪɹi tˈoʊld mˌiː ðæt jʊɹ hˈʌsbəndz fˈɑːðɚ mˌeɪd ɐ mˈæn fˈaɪt ɐ dˈuːəl tə ðə dˈɛθ wɪð hˌɪm ɪn wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz wˈɪɹd ˌʌpɚ ɹˈuːmz; ænd ðætðə stˈæmpɪŋ ʌv ðɛɹ fˈiːt ænd ðə ɹˈæɾəl ʌv ðɛɹ ɹˈeɪpiɚz ɪz hˈɜːd æɾə kwˈɔːɹɾɚ pˈæst tˈuː ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi fˈɪftiːnθ ʌv noʊvˈɛmbɚ. wˌɛn aɪ hˈɜːd ðə stˈɔːɹi aɪ fˈɛlt ɹˈæðɚ ɡlˈæd aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt kˈʌm tə juː tˈɪl dᵻsˈɛmbɚ. ˌɑːɹnt juː plˈiːzd təbi hˈoʊm, vˈiəɹə, ɪn ðiːz kˈoʊzi dɹˈɔːɪŋ ɹˈuːmz?"