text_original: "Your brother is very handsome, my love. He is a true Mamey. I should like to keep this photograph." Jeanne's brown eyes grew rotmd with dismay. "I could not sleep without the locket in my OF GROSVENOR SQUARE 21 hand, " she faltered. " It was his parting present, Aunt Caroline."
text_transcription: YOUR BROTHER IS VERY HANDSOME MY LOVE HE IS A TRUE MARNEY I SHOULD LIKE TO KEEP THIS PHOTOGRAPH JANE'S BROWN EYES GREW ROUND WITH DISMAY I COULD NOT SLEEP WITHOUT THE LOCKET IN MY HAND SHE FALTERED IT WAS HIS PARTING PRESENT AUNT CAROLINE
phonemes: "jʊɹ bɹˈʌðɚɹ ɪz vˈɛɹi hˈændsʌm, maɪ lˈʌv. hiː ɪz ɐ tɹˈuː mˈeɪmi. aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈaɪk tə kˈiːp ðɪs fˈoʊɾəɡɹˌæf." dʒˈiːnz bɹˈaʊn ˈaɪz ɡɹˈuː ɹˈɑːtmdˌiː wɪð dɪsmˈeɪ. "aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt slˈiːp wɪðˌaʊt ðə lˈɑːkɪt ɪn maɪ ʌv ɡɹˈoʊvənɚ skwˈɛɹ twˈɛnti wˈʌn hˈænd, " ʃiː fˈɔltɚd. " ɪt wʌz hɪz pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ pɹˈɛzənt, ˈænt kˈæɹəlˌaɪn."