text_original: "Digby," said Rotha again, with a breath of anxiety, "_do_ you care how I am dressed Monday?" "Do I?  Yes." He had both arms round her now, and was looking down into her changing face.
text_transcription: DID HE SAID ROTHER AGAIN WITH A BREATH OF ANXIETY DO YOU CARE HOW I AM DRESSED MONDAY DO I YES HE HAD BOTH ARMS ROUND HER NOW AND WAS LOOKING DOWN INTO HER CHANGING FACE
phonemes: "dˈɪɡbi," sˈɛd ɹˈɑːθə ɐɡˈɛn, wɪð ɐ bɹˈɛθ ʌv æŋzˈaɪəɾi, "dˈuː juː kˈɛɹ hˌaʊ aɪɐm dɹˈɛst mˈʌndeɪ?" "dˈuː ˈaɪ?  jˈɛs." hiː hæd bˈoʊθ ˈɑːɹmz ɹˈaʊnd hɜː nˈaʊ, ænd wʌz lˈʊkɪŋ dˌaʊn ˌɪntʊ hɜː tʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ fˈeɪs.