text_original: If you were to sail away, I care not to what port, this world would be a black place for me." "That is like a lover," she exclaimed a little pertly; "it is like them all, every man of them.
text_transcription: IF YOU WERE TO SAIL AWAY I CARE NOT TO WHAT PORT THIS WORLD WOULD BE A BLACK PLACE FOR ME THAT IS LIKE A LOVER SHE EXCLAIMED A LITTLE PERTLY IT IS LIKE THEM ALL EVERY MAN OF THEM
phonemes: ɪf juː wɜː tə sˈeɪl ɐwˈeɪ, aɪ kˈɛɹ nˌɑːt tə wʌt pˈɔːɹt, ðɪs wˈɜːld wʊd biː ɐ blˈæk plˈeɪs fɔːɹ mˌiː." "ðæt ɪz lˈaɪk ɐ lˈʌvɚ," ʃiː ɛksklˈeɪmd ɐ lˈɪɾəl pˈɜːtli; "ɪɾ ɪz lˈaɪk ðˌɛm ˈɔːl, ˈɛvɹi mˈæn ʌv ðˌɛm.