text_original: "Madam!" cried Newcombe, but she heeded him not; she was growing more angry. "A fine creature she is," exclaimed the lady, "to run away from my house in this fashion, and treat me with such contumely, and then to order me to send her her fine clothes to deck herself for the eyes of strangers!" "But, young man," cried Newcombe, "where is she? Tell that without further delay. Where is she?"
text_transcription: MADAM CRIED NEWCOMB BUT SHE HEEDED HIM NOT SHE WAS GROWING MORE ANGRY A FINE CREATURE SHE IS EXCLAIMED THE LADY TO RUN AWAY FROM MY HOUSE IN THIS FASHION AND TREAT ME WITH SUCH CONTUMELY AND THEN TO ORDER ME TO SEND HER HER FINE CLOTHES TO DECK HERSELF FOR THE EYES OF STRANGERS BUT YOUNG MAN CRIED NEWCOM WHERE IS SHE TELL THAT WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY WHERE IS SHE
phonemes: "mˈædəm!" kɹˈaɪd nˈuːkuːm, bˌʌt ʃiː hˈiːdᵻd hˌɪm nˈɑːt; ʃiː wʌz ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ mˈɔːɹ ˈæŋɡɹi. "ɐ fˈaɪn kɹˈiːtʃɚ ʃiː ɪz," ɛksklˈeɪmd ðə lˈeɪdi, "tə ɹˈʌn ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm maɪ hˈaʊs ɪn ðɪs fˈæʃən, ænd tɹˈiːt mˌiː wɪð sˈʌtʃ kəntˈuːmli, ænd ðˈɛn tʊ ˈɔːɹdɚ mˌiː tə sˈɛnd hɜː hɜː fˈaɪn klˈoʊðz tə dˈɛk hɜːsˈɛlf fɚðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv stɹˈeɪndʒɚz!" "bˌʌt, jˈʌŋ mˈæn," kɹˈaɪd nˈuːkuːm, "wˈɛɹ ɪz ʃiː? tˈɛl ðæt wɪðˌaʊt fˈɜːðɚ dᵻlˈeɪ. wˈɛɹ ɪz ʃiː?"