text_original: "Oh, but that wasn't really meant for me," and Abigail's grief threatened to break out afresh. "Mick was so taken with the lovely parcels you sent, and he thought as you lived with me you were a widow, and——" Fortunately, I was spared the rest, for the downstairs door bell rang with a vehemence that was now most familiar, and Abigail, patting her hair and her cap into shape, went smilingly down the passage to answer the side door.
text_transcription: OH BUT THAT WASN'T REALLY MEANT FOR ME AND ABIGAIL'S GRIEF THREATENED TO BREAK OUT AFRESH MICK WAS SO TAKEN WITH THE LOVELY PARCELS YOU SENT AND HE THOUGHT AS YOU LIVED WITH ME YOU WERE WERE A WIDOWING FORTUNATELY I WAS SPARED THE REST FOR THE DOWNSTAIRS DOOR BELL RANG WITH A VEHEMENCE THAT WAS NOW MOST FAMILIAR AND ABIGAIL PATTING HER HAIR AND HER CAP INTO SHAPE WENT SMILINGLY DOWN THE PASSAGE TO ANSWER THE SIDE DOOR
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, bˌʌt ðæt wˈʌzn̩t ɹˈiəli mˈɛnt fɔːɹ mˌiː," ænd ˈæbɪɡˌeɪlz ɡɹˈiːf θɹˈɛʔn̩d tə bɹˈeɪk ˈaʊt ɐfɹˈɛʃ. "mˈɪk wʌz sˌoʊ tˈeɪkən wɪððə lˈʌvli pˈɑːɹsəlz juː sˈɛnt, ænd hiː θˈɔːt æz juː lˈɪvd wɪð mˌiː juː wɜːɹ ɐ wˈɪdoʊ, ænd——" fˈɔːɹtʃənətli, aɪ wʌz spˈɛɹd ðə ɹˈɛst, fɚðə dˈaʊnstɛɹz dˈɔːɹ bˈɛl ɹˈæŋ wɪð ɐ vˈiəməns ðæt wʌz nˈaʊ mˈoʊst fəmˈɪlɪɹ, ænd ˈæbɪɡˌeɪl, pˈæɾɪŋ hɜː hˈɛɹ ænd hɜː kˈæp ˌɪntʊ ʃˈeɪp, wɛnt smˈaɪlɪŋli dˌaʊn ðə pˈæsɪdʒ tʊ ˈænsɚ ðə sˈaɪd dˈɔːɹ.