text_original: "And what do you know about it, Mr. Impudence?" she asked, with brows uplifted. "I suppose my father knows what is good for me." "But he is not here," said Dickory. Kate looked steadfastly at him. He did not seem as ruddy as he had been. And then she looked out upon the forward deck, and the thought came to her that when she had first noticed these men it had seemed to her that they were, indeed, a rough, hard lot.
text_transcription: AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT MISTER IMPUDENCE SHE ASKED WITH BROWS UPLIFTED I SUPPOSE MY FATHER KNOWS WHAT IS GOOD FOR ME BUT HE IS NOT HERE SAID DICKERY KATE LOOKED STEADFASTLY AT HIM HE DID NOT SEEM AS RUDDY AS HE HAD BEEN AND THEN SHE LOOKED OUT UPON THE FOREIGN DECK AND THE THOUGHT CAME TO HER THAT WHEN SHE HAD FIRST NOTICED THESE MEN IT HAD SEEMED TO HER THAT THEY WERE INDEED A ROUGH HARD LOT
phonemes: "ænd wʌt dˈuː juː nˈoʊ ɐbˈaʊt ɪt, mˈɪstɚ. ɪmpjˈuːdəns?" ʃiː ˈæskt, wɪð bɹˈaʊz ʌplˈɪftᵻd. "aɪ səpˈoʊz maɪ fˈɑːðɚ nˈoʊz wʌt ɪz ɡˈʊd fɔːɹ mˌiː." "bˌʌt hiː ɪz nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ," sˈɛd dˈɪkɚɹi. kˈeɪt lˈʊkt stˈɛdfæstli æt hˌɪm. hiː dɪdnˌɑːt sˈiːm æz ɹˈʌdi æz hiː hɐdbɪn. ænd ðˈɛn ʃiː lˈʊkt ˈaʊt əpˌɑːn ðə fˈɔːɹwɚd dˈɛk, ænd ðə θˈɔːt kˈeɪm tə hɜː ðæt wɛn ʃiː hæd fˈɜːst nˈoʊɾɪst ðiːz mˈɛn ɪt hæd sˈiːmd tə hɜː ðˈæt ðeɪ wɜː, ˌɪndˈiːd, ɐ ɹˈʌf, hˈɑːɹd lˈɑːt.