text_original: "You never can tell how. My dear, it is not good to have breaches in families. Always heal them up, if you can." Rotha turned in despair to Mr. Southwode. "Mrs. Mowbray is right, in principle," he said. "I entirely agree with her. The only question is, whether a breach which remains a breach by the will of the offending party alone, ought to be covered over and condoned by the action of the injured party."
text_transcription: YOU NEVER CAN TELL HOW MY DEAR IT IS NOT GOOD TO HAVE BREECHES IN FAMILIES ALWAYS HEAL THEM UP IF YOU CAN ROTHA TURNED IN DESPAIR TO MISTER SOUTHWARD MISSUS MOWBRAY IS RIGHT IN PRINCIPLE HE SAID I ENTIRELY AGREE WITH HER THE ONLY QUESTION IS WHETHER A BREACH WHICH REMAINS A BREACH BY THE WILL OF THE OFFENDING PARTY ALONE OUGHT TO BE COVERED OVER AND CONDONED BY THE ACTION OF THE INJURED PARTY
phonemes: "juː nˈɛvɚ kæn tˈɛl hˈaʊ. maɪ dˈɪɹ, ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt ɡˈʊd tə hæv bɹˈiːtʃᵻz ɪn fˈæmɪliz. ˈɔːlweɪz hˈiːl ðˌɛm ˈʌp, ɪf juː kˈæn." ɹˈɑːθə tˈɜːnd ɪn dᵻspˈɛɹ tə mˈɪstɚ. sˈaʊθwoʊd. "mˈɪsɪz. mˈoʊbɹeɪ ɪz ɹˈaɪt, ɪn pɹˈɪnsɪpəl," hiː sˈɛd. "aɪ ɛntˈaɪɚli ɐɡɹˈiː wɪð hɜː. ðɪ ˈoʊnli kwˈɛstʃən ɪz, wˈɛðɚɹ ɐ bɹˈiːtʃ wˌɪtʃ ɹᵻmˈeɪnz ɐ bɹˈiːtʃ baɪ ðə wɪl ʌvðɪ əfˈɛndɪŋ pˈɑːɹɾi ɐlˈoʊn, ˈɔːt təbi kˈʌvɚd ˌoʊvɚ ænd kəndˈoʊnd baɪ ðɪ ˈækʃən ʌvðɪ ˈɪndʒɚd pˈɑːɹɾi."