text_original: Who could go on in simpering placidity with the ther  mometer at ninety in the shade ? ' And then we spoil her,' argued Edgar, urging his final plea. ' She is so bewitching that one can't help spoiling her.
text_transcription: WHO COULD GO ON IN SIMPERING PLACIDITY WITH THE THERMOMETER AT NINETY IN THE SHADE AND THEN WE SPOIL HER ARGUED EDGAR URGING HIS FINAL PLEA SHE IS SO BEWITCHING THAT ONE CAN'T HELP SPOILING HER
phonemes: hˌuː kʊd ɡˌoʊ ˌɔn ɪn sˈɪmpɚɹɪŋ plæsˈɪdᵻɾi wɪððə ðɚ mˈɑːmɪɾɚɹ æt nˈaɪnti ɪnðə ʃˈeɪd ? ænd ðˈɛn wiː spˈɔɪl hɜː,ˈɑːɹɡjuːd ˈɛdɡɚ, ˈɜːdʒɪŋ hɪz fˈaɪnəl plˈiː. ʃiː ɪz sˌoʊ bᵻwˈɪtʃɪŋ ðˈætwˌʌn kˈænt hˈɛlp spˈɔɪlɪŋ hɜː.