text_original: 135 ' I hope you'll like her, mother,' said Edgar, stopping, with a gun in one hand and an oily rag in the other, to look dreamily across the moat to the quiet meadows beyond, where the dark red Devon cows contrasted deliciously with the fresh green turf sprinkled with golden buttercups and silvery marguerites. 'Like her!'
text_transcription: I HOPE YOU'LL LIKE HER MOTHER SAID EDGAR STOPPING WITH A GUN IN ONE HAND AND AN OILY RAG IN THE OTHER TO LOOK DREAMILY ACROSS THE MOAT TO THE QUIET MEADOWS BEYOND WHERE THE DARK RED DEVONED COWS CONTRASTED DELICIOUSLY WITH THE FRESH GREEN TURF SPRINKLED WITH GOLDEN BUTTERCUPS AND SILVERY MARGUERITES LIKE HER
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv aɪ hˈoʊp juːl lˈaɪk hɜː, mˈʌðɚ,sˈɛd ˈɛdɡɚ, stˈɑːpɪŋ, wɪð ɐ ɡˈʌn ɪn wˈʌn hˈænd ænd ɐn ˈɔɪli ɹˈæɡ ɪnðɪ ˈʌðɚ, tə lˈʊk dɹˈiːmili əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈoʊt tə ðə kwˈaɪət mˈɛdoʊz bᵻjˈɔnd, wˌɛɹ ðə dˈɑːɹk ɹˈɛd dˈɛvən kˈaʊz kəntɹˈæstᵻd dᵻlˈɪʃəsli wɪððə fɹˈɛʃ ɡɹˈiːn tˈɜːf spɹˈɪŋkəld wɪð ɡˈoʊldən bˈʌɾɚkˌʌps ænd sˈɪlvɚɹi mˌɑːɹɡɚɹˈiːts. lˈaɪk hɜː!