text_original: "My sweet girl, you are on the crest of the wave," Lady Okehampton told her niece. "You were never so much the fashion as this year. You ought to be proud of your social success."
text_transcription: MY SWEET GIRL YOU ARE ON THE CREST OF THE WAVE LADY OCAMPTON TOLD HER NIECE YOU WERE NEVER SO MUCH THE FASHION AS THIS YEAR YOU OUGHT TO BE PROUD OF YOUR SOCIAL SUCCESS
phonemes: "maɪ swˈiːt ɡˈɜːl, juː ɑːɹ ɔnðə kɹˈɛst ʌvðə wˈeɪv," lˈeɪdi oʊkhˈæmptən tˈoʊld hɜː nˈiːs. "juː wɜː nˈɛvɚ sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ðə fˈæʃən æz ðɪs jˈɪɹ. juː ˈɔːt təbi pɹˈaʊd ʌv jʊɹ sˈoʊʃəl səksˈɛs."