text_original: "O do not speak so!" cried Rotha catching her breath. "I wish I were fit for it." "Fit for it!" said he, putting his hand under her chin and drawing his fingers slowly along the delicate outlines, while the blood mounted into her cheeks and flamed out vividly.
text_transcription: OH DO NOT SPEAK SO CRIED ROTHA CATCHING HER BREATH I WISH I WERE FIT FOR IT FIT FOR IT SAID HE PUTTING HIS HAND UNDER HER CHIN AND DRAWING HIS FINGERS SLOWLY ALONG THE DELICATE OUTLINES WHILE THE BLOOD MOUNTED INTO HER CHEEKS AND FLAMED OUT VIVIDLY
phonemes: "ˈoʊ duːnˌɑːt spˈiːk sˈoʊ!" kɹˈaɪd ɹˈɑːθə kˈætʃɪŋ hɜː bɹˈɛθ. "aɪ wˈɪʃ aɪ wɜː fˈɪt fɔːɹ ɪt." "fˈɪt fɔːɹ ɪt!" sˈɛd hiː, pˈʊɾɪŋ hɪz hˈænd ˌʌndɚ hɜː tʃˈɪn ænd dɹˈɔːɪŋ hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz slˈoʊli ɐlˈɔŋ ðə dˈɛlᵻkət ˈaʊtlaɪnz, wˌaɪl ðə blˈʌd mˈaʊntᵻd ˌɪntʊ hɜː tʃˈiːks ænd flˈeɪmd ˈaʊt vˈɪvɪdli.