text_original: ' I think I'd better be out of it. I'm not a favourite with Mrs. Turchill,' said Daphne bluntly. ' Oh, Daphne !' cried Turchill ruefully. ' Oh, Edgar !' cried Daphne, mocking him. ' Can you lay your hand upon your heart, and declare, as an honest man, that your mother likes me ?' ' I'erhaps not quite so much as she will when she knows more of you,' answers the Squire of Hawksyard, as red as a turkey  cock.
text_transcription: I THINK I'D BETTER BE OUT OF IT I'M NOT A FAVOURITE WITH MISSUS CHURCHILL SAID DAPHNEY BLUNTLY OH DAPHNE CRIED CHURCHILL RUEFULLY OH EDGAR CRIED DAPHNE MOCKING HIM CAN YOU LAY YOUR HAND UPON YOUR HEART AND DECLARE AS AN HONEST MAN THAT YOUR MOTHER LIKES ME PERHAPS NOT QUITE SO MUCH AS SHE WILL WHEN SHE KNOWS MORE OF YOU ANSWERS THE SQUIRE OF HAWKYARD AS RED AS A TURKEY COCK
phonemes: aɪ θˈɪŋk aɪd bˈɛɾɚ biː ˌaʊɾəv ɪt. aɪm nˌɑːɾə fˈeɪvɹɪt wɪð mˈɪsɪz. tˈɜːtʃɪl,sˈɛd dˈæfni blˈʌntli. ˈoʊ, dˈæfni !kɹˈaɪd tˈɜːtʃɪl ɹˈuːfəli. ˈoʊ, ˈɛdɡɚ !kɹˈaɪd dˈæfni, mˈɑːkɪŋ hˌɪm. kæn juː lˈeɪ jʊɹ hˈænd əpˌɑːn jʊɹ hˈɑːɹt, ænd dᵻklˈɛɹ, æz ɐn ˈɑːnɪst mˈæn, ðæt jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ lˈaɪks mˌiː ?aɪˈɜːhæps nˌɑːt kwˈaɪt sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ æz ʃiː wɪl wɛn ʃiː nˈoʊz mˈɔːɹ ʌv juː,ˈænsɚz ðə skwˈaɪɚɹ ʌv hˈɔːksjɑːɹd, æz ɹˈɛd æz ɐ tˈɜːki kˈɑːk.