text_original: ' Poor — dear — soul !' sighed Daphne, with a pause after each word. ' How quite too shocking ! We must institute a gipsy tea kettle. This kind of thing shall not occur again.'
text_transcription: POOR DEAR SOUL SIGHED DAPHNE WITH A PAUSE AFTER EACH WORD HOW QUITE TOO SHOCKING WE MUST INSTITUTE A GIPSY TEAKETTLE THIS KIND OF THING SHALL NOT OCCUR AGAIN
phonemes: pˈʊɹ — dˈɪɹ — sˈoʊl !sˈaɪd dˈæfni, wɪð ɐ pˈɔːz ˈæftɚɹ ˈiːtʃ wˈɜːd. hˌaʊ kwˈaɪt tˈuː ʃˈɑːkɪŋ ! wiː mˈʌst ˈɪnstɪtˌuːt ɐ dʒˈɪpsi tˈiː kˈɛɾəl. ðɪs kˈaɪnd ʌv θˈɪŋ ʃˌæl nˌɑːt əkˈɜːɹ ɐɡˈɛn.