text_original: That she ought to be like them, Rotha knew; and tears of sorrow rushed to her eyes to think she was not.
text_transcription: THAT SHE OUGHT TO BE LIKE THEM BROTH ANEW AND TEARS OF SORROW RUSHED TO HER EYES TO THINK SHE WAS NOT
phonemes: ðæt ʃiː ˈɔːt təbi lˈaɪk ðˌɛm, ɹˈɑːθə nˈuː; ænd tˈɪɹz ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ ɹˈʌʃt tə hɜːɹ ˈaɪz tə θˈɪŋk ʃiː wʌz nˈɑːt.