text_original: She sat glowing with confusion; she felt as if the blood would verily start through her skin; and angry in proportion. Still she was silent, though Antoinette laughed. "What a farce, mamma! To think of Rotha being in love with Mr. Southwode!" "Hold your tongue, Nettie."
text_transcription: SHE SAT GLOWING WITH CONFUSION SHE FELT AS IF THE BLOOD WOULD VERILY START THROUGH HER SKIN AND ANGRY IN PROPORTION STILL SHE WAS SILENT THOUGH ANTOINETTE LAUGHED WHAT A FUSS MAMMA TO THINK OF ROTHA BEING IN LOVE WITH MISTER SOUTHWARD HOLD YOUR TONGUE NETTIE
phonemes: ʃiː sˈæt ɡlˈoʊɪŋ wɪð kənfjˈuːʒən; ʃiː fˈɛlt æz ɪf ðə blˈʌd wʊd vˈɛɹili stˈɑːɹt θɹuː hɜː skˈɪn; ænd ˈæŋɡɹi ɪn pɹəpˈɔːɹʃən. stˈɪl ʃiː wʌz sˈaɪlənt, ðˌoʊ ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt lˈæft. "wˌʌt ɐ fˈɑːɹs, mˈæmə! tə θˈɪŋk ʌv ɹˈɑːθə bˌiːɪŋ ɪn lˈʌv wɪð mˈɪstɚ. sˈaʊθwoʊd!" "hˈoʊld jʊɹ tˈʌŋ, nˈɛɾi."