text_original: "All he cares for 's the pears!" said his wife. "Come along, Joe; if you are good, I'll get you some." The wagon drove off before Rotha could hear Joe's answer. She was gone! The weary months of imprisonment were done and passed. What was to follow now?
text_transcription: ALL HE CARES FOR IS THE PEARS SAID HIS WIFE COME ALONG JOE IF YOU ARE GOOD I'LL GET YOU SOME THE WAGON DROVE OFF BEFORE ROTHA COULD HEAR JOE'S ANSWER SHE WAS GONE THE WEARY MONTHS OF IMPRISONMENT WERE DONE AND PASSED WHAT WAS TO FOLLOW NOW
phonemes: "ˈɔːl hiː kˈɛɹz fɔːɹ ˈɛs ðə pˈɛɹz!" sˈɛd hɪz wˈaɪf. "kˈʌm ɐlˈɔŋ, dʒˈoʊ; ɪf juː ɑːɹ ɡˈʊd, aɪl ɡˈɛt juː sˌʌm." ðə wˈæɡən dɹˈoʊv ˈɔf bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɹˈɑːθə kʊd hˈɪɹ dʒˈoʊz ˈænsɚ. ʃiː wʌz ɡˈɔn! ðə wˈɪɹi mˈʌnθs ʌv ɪmpɹˈɪzənmənt wɜː dˈʌn ænd pˈæst. wˌʌt wʌz tə fˈɑːloʊ nˈaʊ?