text_original: Nothing had moved Vera from her placid acceptance of fate. "I suppose my husband must amuse himself with a flirtation now and then, when his racing stable begins to pall," she said.
text_transcription: NOTHING HAD MOVED VERA FROM HER PLACID ACCEPTANCE OF FATE I SUPPOSE MY HUSBAND MUST AMUSE HIMSELF WITH A FLIRTATION NOW AND THEN WHEN HIS RACING STABLE BEGINS TO PULL SHE SAID
phonemes: nˈʌθɪŋ hæd mˈuːvd vˈiəɹə fɹʌm hɜː plˈæsɪd ɐksˈɛptəns ʌv fˈeɪt. "aɪ səpˈoʊz maɪ hˈʌsbənd mˈʌst ɐmjˈuːz hɪmsˈɛlf wɪð ɐ flɜːtˈeɪʃən nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn, wˌɛn hɪz ɹˈeɪsɪŋ stˈeɪbəl bɪɡˈɪnz tə pˈɔːl," ʃiː sˈɛd.