text_original: "_I_ don't want to marry anyone; men are all alike. But it does make you wild, when——" I was facing the window, but Abigail had her back to it. Therefore she did not see what I saw coming along the road—a large bunch of flowers, surmounted by Mick's round, jovial face.
text_transcription: I DON'T WANT TO MARRY ANY ONE MEN ARE ALL ALIKE BUT IT DOES MAKE YOU WILD WHEN I WAS FACING THE WINDOW BUT ABIGAIL HAD HER BACK TO IT THEREFORE SHE DID NOT SEE WHAT I SAW COMING ALONG THE ROAD A LARGE BUNCH OF FLOWERS SURMOUNTED BY MICK'S ROUND JOVIAL FACE
phonemes: "aɪ dˈoʊnt wˈɔnt tə mˈæɹi ˈɛnɪwˌʌn; mˈɛn ɑːɹ ˈɔːl ɐlˈaɪk. bˌʌt ɪt dˈʌz mˌeɪk juː wˈaɪld, wˌɛn——" aɪ wʌz fˈeɪsɪŋ ðə wˈɪndoʊ, bˌʌt ˈæbɪɡˌeɪl hæd hɜː bˈæk tʊ ɪt. ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt sˈiː wʌt aɪ sˈɔː kˈʌmɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈoʊd—ɐ lˈɑːɹdʒ bˈʌntʃ ʌv flˈaʊɚz, sɚmˈaʊntᵻd baɪ mˈɪks ɹˈaʊnd, dʒˈoʊvɪəl fˈeɪs.