text_original: No wonder your cousins in the school room look down upon you. If there were still a nursery, you would be there, sitting on a high chair at tea, your cheeks smeared with jam, and a bib tied under your chin." She remembered all his foolish speeches now, and what serious insults they had seemed to her, or to the child that she had once been  that innocent child whose identity with herself was so hard to believe.
text_transcription: NO WONDER YOUR COUSINS IN THE SCHOOLROOM LOOKED DOWN UPON YOU IF THERE WERE STILL A NURSERY YOU WOULD BE THERE SITTING ON A HIGH CHAIR AT TEA YOUR CHEEKS SMEARED WITH JAM AND A BIB TIED UNDER YOUR CHIN SHE REMEMBERED ALL HIS FOOLISH SPEECHES NOW AND WHAT SERIOUS INSULTS THEY HAD SEEMED TO HER OR TO THE CHILD THAT SHE HAD ONCE BEEN THAT INNOCENT CHILD WHOSE IDENTITY WITH HERSELF WAS SO HARD TO BELIEVE
phonemes: nˈoʊ wˈʌndɚ jʊɹ kˈʌzənz ɪnðə skˈuːl ɹˈuːm lˈʊk dˈaʊn əpˌɑːn juː. ɪf ðɛɹwˌɜː stˈɪl ɐ nˈɜːsɚɹi, juː wʊd biː ðˈɛɹ, sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ hˈaɪ tʃˈɛɹ æt tˈiː, jʊɹ tʃˈiːks smˈɪɹd wɪð dʒˈæm, ænd ɐ bˈɪb tˈaɪd ˌʌndɚ jʊɹ tʃˈɪn." ʃiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ˈɔːl hɪz fˈuːlɪʃ spˈiːtʃᵻz nˈaʊ, ænd wʌt sˈɪɹiəs ˈɪnsʌlts ðeɪ hæd sˈiːmd tə hɜː, ɔːɹ tə ðə tʃˈaɪld ðæt ʃiː hæd wˈʌns bˌɪn ðæt ˈɪnəsənt tʃˈaɪld hˌuːz aɪdˈɛntᵻɾi wɪð hɜːsˈɛlf wʌz sˌoʊ hˈɑːɹd tə bᵻlˈiːv.