text_original: "That is her secret," said Susan; "she remembers all the stories her madcap husband told her when she was young and they shocked her. She dishes them up with a spice of her own, and she makes men laugh. She can keep them dangling for a year and hold them at arm's length; while a mere beauty would bore them after a month, unless she came to terms. That's her secret. But, of course, it comes to the same in the end.
text_transcription: THAT IS HER SECRET SAID SUSAN SHE REMEMBERS ALL THE STORIES HER MADCAP HUSBAND TOLD HER WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG AND THEY SHOCKED HER SHE DISHES THEM UP WITH A SPICE OF HER OWN AND SHE MAKES MEN LAUGH SHE CAN KEEP THEM DANGLING FOR A YEAR AND HOLD THEM AT ARM'S LENGTH WHILE A MERE BEAUTY WOULD BORE THEM AFTER A MONTH UNLESS SHE CAME TO TERMS THAT'S HER SECRET BUT OF COURSE IT COMES TO THE SAME IN THE END
phonemes: "ðæt ɪz hɜː sˈiːkɹᵻt," sˈɛd sˈuːzən; "ʃiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚz ˈɔːl ðə stˈɔːɹiz hɜː mˈædkæp hˈʌsbənd tˈoʊld hɜː wɛn ʃiː wʌz jˈʌŋ ænd ðeɪ ʃˈɑːkt hɜː. ʃiː dˈɪʃᵻz ðˌɛm ˌʌp wɪð ɐ spˈaɪs ʌv hɜːɹ ˈoʊn, ænd ʃiː mˌeɪks mˈɛn lˈæf. ʃiː kæn kˈiːp ðˌɛm dˈæŋɡəlɪŋ fɚɹə jˈɪɹ ænd hˈoʊld ðˌɛm æɾ ˈɑːɹmz lˈɛŋθ; wˌaɪl ɐ mˈɪɹ bjˈuːɾi wʊd bˈɔːɹ ðˌɛm ˈæftɚɹ ɐ mˈʌnθ, ʌnlˈɛs ʃiː kˈeɪm tə tˈɜːmz. ðæts hɜː sˈiːkɹᵻt. bˌʌt, ʌv kˈɔːɹs, ɪt kˈʌmz tə ðə sˈeɪm ɪnðɪ ˈɛnd.