text_original: Picture my consternation, therefore, when I came upon Abigail weeping her eyes out in their sitting room one afternoon (when only half of the leave had expired too!), the coral necklace flung into one corner, and "affection's offering" lying face downwards under the table.
text_transcription: PICTURE MY CONSTERNATION THEREFORE WHEN I CAME UPON ABERGAIL WEEPING HER EYES OUT IN THEIR SITTING ROOM ONE AFTERNOON WHEN ONLY HALF OF THE LEAVE HAD EXPIRED TOO THE CORAL NECKLACE FLUNG INTO ONE CORNER AND AFFECTION'S OFFERING LYING FACE DOWNWARDS UNDER THE TABLE
phonemes: pˈɪktʃɚ maɪ kɑːnstɚnˈeɪʃən, ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ, wˌɛn aɪ kˈeɪm əpˌɑːn ˈæbɪɡˌeɪl wˈiːpɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ˈaʊt ɪn ðɛɹ sˈɪɾɪŋ ɹˈuːm wˈʌn ˌæftɚnˈuːn (wˌɛn ˈoʊnli hˈæf ʌvðə lˈiːv hæd ɛkspˈaɪɚd tˈuː!), ðə kˈɔːɹəl nˈɛkləs flˈʌŋ ˌɪntʊ wˈʌn kˈɔːɹnɚ, ænd "ɐfˈɛkʃənz ˈɔfɚɹɪŋ" lˈaɪɪŋ fˈeɪs dˈaʊnwɚdz ˌʌndɚ ðə tˈeɪbəl.