text_original: After half an hour of this sort of thing the lady of the Manor took her departure—not very quietly either! As I stepped outside in the porch to bid her a mournful "Good bye," she pressed my hand and murmured— "You poor dear! Do let me know who finally chokes her!"
text_transcription: AFTER HALF AN HOUR OF THIS SORT OF THING THE LADY OF THE MANOR TOOK HER DEPARTURE NOT VERY QUIETLY EITHER AS I STEPPED OUTSIDE IN THE PORCH TO BID HER A MOURNFUL GOOD BYE SHE PRESSED MY HAND AND MURMURED YOU POOR DEAR DO LET ME KNOW WHO FINALLY CHOKES HER
phonemes: ˈæftɚ hˈæf ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv ðɪs sˈɔːɹt ʌv θˈɪŋ ðə lˈeɪdi ʌvðə mˈænɚ tˈʊk hɜː dᵻpˈɑːɹtʃɚ—nˌɑːt vˈɛɹi kwˈaɪətli ˈiːðɚ! æz aɪ stˈɛpt aʊtsˈaɪd ɪnðə pˈɔːɹtʃ tə bˈɪd hɜːɹ ɐ mˈɔːɹnfəl "ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ," ʃiː pɹˈɛst maɪ hˈænd ænd mˈɜːmɚd— "juː pˈʊɹ dˈɪɹ! dˈuː lˈɛt mˌiː nˈoʊ hˌuː fˈaɪnəli tʃˈoʊks hɜː!"