text_original: ' How good you are !' said Daphne, slipping her hand through his arm with an affectionate impulse. ' Ah, my little Daphne, it will be your turn to fall in love some of these days ; put it ofE as long as you can, dear, for there's more pain than pleasure in it at best.'
text_transcription: HOW GOOD YOU ARE SAID DAPHNE SLIPPING HER HAND THROUGH HIS ARM WITH AN AFFECTIONATE IMPULSE AH MY LITTLE DAPHNE IT WILL BE YOUR TURN TO FALL IN LOVE SOME OF THESE DAYS PUT IT OFF AS LONG AS YOU CAN DEAR FOR THERE'S MORE PAIN THAN PLEASURE IN IT AT BEST
phonemes: hˌaʊ ɡˈʊd juː ɑːɹ !sˈɛd dˈæfni, slˈɪpɪŋ hɜː hˈænd θɹuː hɪz ˈɑːɹm wɪð ɐn ɐfˈɛkʃənət ˈɪmpʌls. ˈɑː, maɪ lˈɪɾəl dˈæfni, ɪt wɪl biː jʊɹ tˈɜːn tə fˈɔːl ɪn lˈʌv sˌʌm ʌv ðiːz dˈeɪz ; pˌʊt ɪɾ ʌv ˈiː æz lˈɔŋ æz juː kˈæn, dˈɪɹ, fɔːɹ ðɛɹz mˈɔːɹ pˈeɪn ðɐn plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪn ɪɾ æt bˈɛst.