text_original: 'Like her!' echoed Mrs. Turchill, lifting her soft blue eyes in mild astonishment from her matronly task of darning one of the best damask table cloths. ' Why she is the sweetest girl I know. I would have given ten years of my life for you to have married her.'
text_transcription: LIKE HER ECHOED MISSUS CHURCHILL LIFTING HER SOFT BLUE EYES IN MILD ASTONISHMENT FROM HER MATRONLY TASK OF DARNING ONE OF THE BEST DAMASK TABLECLOTHS WHY SHE IS THE SWEETEST GIRL I KNOW I WOULD HAVE GIVEN TEN YEARS OF MY LIFE FOR YOU TO HAVE MARRIED HER
phonemes: lˈaɪk hɜː!ˈɛkoʊd mˈɪsɪz. tˈɜːtʃɪl, lˈɪftɪŋ hɜː sˈɔft blˈuː ˈaɪz ɪn mˈaɪld ɐstˈɑːnɪʃmənt fɹʌm hɜː mˈeɪtɹənli tˈæsk ʌv dˈɑːɹnɪŋ wˈʌn ʌvðə bˈɛst dˈæmæsk tˈeɪbəl klˈɔθs. wˌaɪ ʃiː ɪz ðə swˈiːɾɪst ɡˈɜːl aɪ nˈoʊ. aɪ wʊdhɐv ɡˈɪvən tˈɛn jˈɪɹz ʌv maɪ lˈaɪf fɔːɹ juː tə hæv mˈæɹid hɜː.