text_original: " "Not a bit," said Jeanne, and she winked away a tear at the mere mention of her brother, after the weeks of silence she had unwillingly endured. " It is the portrait over the mantelpiece in the morning room that Louis is like. He is so like that it might just as well be his portrait."
text_transcription: NOT A BIT SAID JEAN AND SHE WINKED AWAY A TEAR AT THE MERE MENTION OF HER BROTHER AFTER THE WEEKS OF SILENCE SHE HAD UNWILLINGLY ENDURED IT IS THE PORTRAIT OVER THE MANTELPIECE IN THE MORNING ROOM THAT LOUIS IS LIKE HE IS SO LIKE THAT IT MIGHT JUST AS WELL BE HIS PORTRAIT
phonemes: " "nˌɑːɾə bˈɪt," sˈɛd dʒˈiːn, ænd ʃiː wˈɪŋkt ɐwˈeɪ ɐ tˈɪɹ æt ðə mˈɪɹ mˈɛnʃən ʌv hɜː bɹˈʌðɚ, ˈæftɚ ðə wˈiːks ʌv sˈaɪləns ʃiː hæd ʌnwˈɪlɪŋli ɛndˈʊɹd. " ɪɾ ɪz ðə pˈɔːɹtɹɪt ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈæntəlpˌiːs ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɹˈuːm ðæt lˈuːi ɪz lˈaɪk. hiː ɪz sˌoʊ lˈaɪk ðˌɐɾɪt mˌaɪt dʒˈʌst æz wˈɛl biː hɪz pˈɔːɹtɹɪt."